Morning anew

That dusky morning light

Through the cobwebbed trees

Strands a'silver

And the big breeze pulling

On the leaves

In

This devastating day

Born of the

Countless innumerable

With it

Faux smiles

Teeth gritted

Within.

Should it seep

To a spell,

A long worn

Day, to a

Sliver of ice

Stolen creeping

Then it's a day

Like

Another, but this day

Is yet born

And it's fresh and

Still forgiven.