I Rise And Fall

Birthed by the new day, I soar
Clean slate washed by the dawn
Slowly creeping it comes
Yesterdays of a lost past
Try to overcome I fly along

Mired in days gone by
My wings are heavy and fail
Falling into the world of before
As I promise tomorrow will fly
The wind taken from my sails

Stoic Poetry


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