Rough the Dawn

Rough is the dawn,

with pleasures to pawn

for a day.

Like pine needles thick,

just a moment to prick

all your pain away.

 
Shade is a bird,

a song’s just a word

if you feel it.

Rough is the dawn,

the darkness is gone

today will be lit.

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