My Little Black Book of Books
Wednesday, October 5, 2016
The darkest hour before dawn
Is the finest hour of a dream beyond.
When the first ray of light
Touches the horizon
I know it is a dream long gone.
Like the morning mist,
You linger for a while,
And only for a while,
I can say you were mine.
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