Dayglow Black I



The art, we’re faced with everyday,

soon vanishes, then fades away.

Each morning’s sky, a new ally,

may still live on, in each mind’s eye.


But summers fade, and time betrays;

it happens as we give each day.

In winter’s days, our time is weighed;

ensuing, then again replayed.


Our noble friend, this life’s great end,

and with it comes this blissful trend.

As days roll on into their slumber;

sunsets fall in endless number.


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