Poetry from a Parking Lot

When promises in silence break,
And afterwards is veil and stress,
A slanted reasoning we make
That all is shade and nothingness –

But, see: the dawn is billowing
Her parachute across the sky,
And light falls soft on everything,
Like fading stars that dance, but

Never die

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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