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Some kind of day

Posted to Poetry

From dusk to the damned dawn
From the rise of the sun set still in mornings eye
Some kinds of passion stay till the sun dies
Other kinds leave as dawns lights shines
And others are completely left behind
Those souls indifferent to the sun and stars
Never wake nor do they sleep
Perpetually in the passion of suns left behind
Others with nights till days and dusk’s with dawns
With love or the perversion there of
With flesh and fantasy flaming
Live with wounds others desire
And words cannot describe the dreary days
From nap less night’s to sullen sunrise