Dusk Till The Next Dusk

i shall watch the coming of dawn
slits of light from the leaves of dark trees

glimmering packets of light
from the hiding sun on the side of the big mountain

i am dusk
and i am ready with the last breath i have

to face my death at the coming of day
this morning

tonight i prepare to live again
on this constant resurrection

i am dusk
i die when your light comes

i always live in the little dark corner
of my sadness

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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