Timidly, I Awake

By Wil C. Fry, Feb. 26, 2001, 22:19

Copyright 2001 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.

Proverbial platitudes have been ignored
And we live and die by the sword
While blood soaks moistly into the lawn
Timidly I awake to notice the Dawn.

This is the first poem I wrote after moving into my Seminole apartment.

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