Dawning
Small poem about something big.
Photo by Angel Luciano on Unsplash
My mind wanders at night
without any real warning
It gets up, takes flight
often until the morning
It chases you in the dark
since I started mourning
and you left your mark
it wanders until dawning.
About the Creator
Paul Stewart
Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.
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