Life Poem by John Leon

Life



The day grows old and older,
The sun has reached it's height
The night comes slow and slower,
The moon recaptures the night
The dawn comes bold and bolder,
Erupting from the East
The day grows old and older,
'Till at last we becometh peace

Thursday, November 22, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: old,night
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