A New Day Poem by Elliott Rosenberg

A New Day



There is something extraneous about sunset,
As we gaze at a blight daylight,
Spellbound by our own death,
Defiant to live forever.

There is something extraneous about living.
As we age for a new day,
Befuddled with clarity,
As a crimson blue wave that smiles.

A New Day
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I wrote this poem thinking about how many more sunsets will my heavy eyes be blessed to see.
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