Golden rays
Mark my days
Streak my past
Never to last
Fleeting pink
Rosey gold
I just think
This view broke the mold
So breathtaking
So bright
So glowing
Such glorious light
I'm fixated
Amazed
Is it the beginning
or the end of days?
Alone
Maybe afraid
Emboldened
Unashamed
Adventure calls
Unknown fear befalls
I do what I must
But is it
Dawn
Or
Dusk?
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Giving Grief | Completed✓
PoetryGritty real grief - expressions of lost love and sorrow. Volume one in Grief Series. Follow the series with "Good Grief". Completed. #3 - dismay.
