This Song New Poem by David Thomas
This Song New
we ran from daylight
our hopes behind our feet
the sunlight on our ankles
we danced the death many meet
sun setting purple skies rising
our hopes rest with us
in peace
the night begins to grow
to breathe
to admonish
and as the future takes its toll
the present floats on by
with every nearing breathe
a little light far away becomes a star
and somewhere even further another one
dies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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