reveille 2 0 2 5
In the still of night,
. . . a voice
becomes Dawn's first light
Where every shadow meets its end
Reverie ascends skyward:
a final page turned
, weary lines
of hope, once written
now unwind
Until this day comes
, we seek our peace
Never again lost
. . . in darkened sleep.
Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2025-01-01 at 19:38
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