Clifford Hewitt Poems

When the darkness fades short,

and the new day is born.
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In the darkness and in the pouring rain.
I can hear you, calling my name.
From a distance and through the thunder.
My life drains free.
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As time moves forward into the future we stand in the present watching
current events become the past, not much longer shall we last as the
end grows near to all that is living.
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