Stephen Beckett

Rookie (1989- / Cheshire)

The Dying Day - Poem by Stephen Beckett

The dying day
The setting sun
Wakes and realises
That what was really needed
Was already there
Was there all along
A glimpse of hope
Amongst the death berries
Long autumn nights
Away from the sneezes…
…Of summer and winter
and without the cold of spring
There in a place that only two people know
Is where I belong…Yet it’s so far away
Still…

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 10, 2006



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