From the Twilight

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    From the Twilight

    When the night has gone,
    and the morning is here,
    i always gaze,
    at the twilight glare.
    I can always wish,
    on a falling star,
    even though it seems,
    seems so far.
    Then i get,
    carried away,
    from the twilight,
    of early day.
    Then i stare,
    at the colored sky,
    as the time,
    just passes me by.
    The dark clouds,
    begin to clear,
    and the bright sun,
    has begun to appear.
    The sky of colors,
    fade away,
    from the twilight,
    of early day.
    I close,
    my open eyes,
    and i dream,
    that this sight never dies.

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    alreedus commented on From the Twilight

    09-10-2009

    The colored day and the twilight. I really like this write. Thank you. Best, - alan

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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