Birth of day…

Cyranny's Cove

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The birth of day,
stillest of times.
Still, the lack of you
breaks all my best rhymes….

Blank new page
there only to fill,
but without your presence
I can’t find the very will…

The sun goes up
as it always will rise.
And I hope I’ll find
the path to being wise…

And I hope someday I’ll know
my name is no longer one you despise…

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