Each Morning, Each Night
April Poetry Month # 27
Falls hard on those who will
Remember unhonored thoughts of ill
The whirling mind's recounting voice
Will chase no special thought of choice
Round and round with bright recall
After the mid-night hour falls
Too soon the early break of dawn
Will bring to life a stretching yawn
Then heaven's light falls whole on me
Bathing love, I clearly see
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