Sonnet #1 Poem by Timmy Curran

Sonnet #1



The sun breaches the night
A new day is born
Tis but a human right
Though usually regarded with scorn
The dreams are wiped away
A fresh reality slowly sets in
Just five more minutes to lay
before compiling new sin
Walking to the squandered town
Where everything seems to be
and everything in between
Where a paradise lost
sells everything at any cost

Sunday, October 18, 2015
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