Love Sonnet 173: 'The Dawn, The Dawn, On Other Distant Shores, ' Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

The dawn, the dawn, on other distant shores,
Methinks, is what drove her to go on sprees,
If night is what she thinks that always stores,
Her fate in place called 'here' if naught she flees;
For life became familiar everyday,
Contempt seemed all that it has ever brought,
As promises, no longer seem to sway,
So stranger arms, and warmer lips she sought;
But dawn breaks 'here, ' when 'there' the sun would set,
When Persephone comes, Hades bereaves,
Those other shores, soonest would she forget,
As dreams give way to what vision conceives;
......Though night might come again as day is spent,
......Dawn follows right behind, as things have went.
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