Mary Kennedy Simpson

(Waterbury, CT, USA)

Again...To Dawn

I feel the dew, those lonely tears
for nights regrets and morning's fears,
As I watch the fog in its morose mask
Painting a mood and draining my cask
Until midmorn with its sun. I ask
'Why, my soul, should I give to bask
In the heat of day when the view is clear
And everyone's new self appears to appear
Replenished?"

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