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The night so dark, the unknow beckons. Issues revolve perfectly around my head. Staring over and over. My feelings; the perfect pawn. The screen blurs, a familiar wave. My immature hopes; my prospects pave. My stupid choices, a fitting grave. and then comes the dawn. The day so bright, the unknown welcomes. Issues dissolve perfectly around my head. Longing over and over. My feelings; no longer a fawn. The screen adjusts, the perfect wave. My immature hopes, my prospects gave. My wishful choices, my soul, will save. Then came Dawn. |
In the area of connotation, or using fitting words for the night and dawn, it works well- moving from a period of darkness to hopefulness. The underling meaning seems a little more elusive to me but maybe because I was paying more attention to the repeated lines w/ changes?| Posted on 2010-04-01 00:00:00 | by isis_lenore | [ Reply to This ] | |