It's dawn again, I heard you say
Your tired voice spoke volumes with it's tone
I think you meant the world is black
When you called the moon a worthless stone
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Very poignant. Time is elusive, but can be captured by words that echo on forever in the landscapes of the mind. Excellent write, Ben. Warm regards, Sandra
Ben...You have a magical way with words! Superb poem! ! Hugs, Dee