The Morning wakes with Night left behind. No trace but the dew drops Have been left to find. But are they really dew drops? Or tears from above Maybe even for a lost love. The grieveing tears of one past and gone Keep reappearing even from the beyond. Or is it something else In which we can't conceive? Some kind of magic in which Only the true in heart beleive. The real answer lies inside you What you beleive can become true.
Reason for writing:
This poem had no real inspiration
I just decided I wanted to write a poem
so I did. This may very well be one
of my best. Once I started I couldn't stop.
I thought others might like to see it too.
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