The desperation of a day
Cannot manifest any bolder
When the Sun begins to set
It just grows colder
When you’ve faced all that was
and still stand tall to last
That’s when you’ve faced the day
And now the night falls fast.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The desperation of a day
Cannot manifest any bolder
When the Sun begins to set
It just grows colder
When you’ve faced all that was
and still stand tall to last
That’s when you’ve faced the day
And now the night falls fast.