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Poetry By: Ian Dawn

This is a poem I wrote on the school oval in fourth year high school for an english assignement. the year 1980!!!!

yes 1980

Submitted:Feb 5, 2012    Reads: 42    Comments: 6    Likes: 4   

The morning dew reflects the sun,

As the mirror, the image of life.

The mist transcends to earth,

As carefully as flesh, upon a knife.

As the new day is born

And the heat filters through the night

The sparrow on his morning trek

Glides, as an angel in flight.

The afternoon gathers

And life is all about

The silence, the pleasure disturbed

As if by a howling piercing shout.

Night once again makes its challenge,

As it forces its way within,

With its undeniable evil, and foreboding.

And the frightening wailing of the wind.

As night falls into serenity

And not a noise or creature is seen.

The black, of darkness, is here and now

As you see the day has been.........


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