When man refused to trust
The mind enslaved in dark ages
Needed softened light
From the droped window pane
To flash his real face
innovation Of power wheel
Wheedled with glittering generalities
Later turned out
With pause of last moments
Fueled with conservatism
Is this funny thing about life?
Between Darkness and Dawn
Life drifted down to rest
Soft fingers caressed
Man's face
And memories flooded back
Through his concious
He accepted and owned
The reality
With all temporal blues
between Darkness and Dawn
He is prepared for every contingency
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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