The Bell (Morning Comes)

Yesterday’s sun has gone
and now grey blanket
cools the night’s loving lament.

Earth’s sorrow threatens,
with tears, to wash
away the beauty we saw

but short hours ago.
Eyes look up in love
for the winkles that know,

Now hidden by the dark
thick wall, division
tolling in the silence,

Echoes of mourning.

morning comes

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