Literary Impulse
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Literary Impulse

Endless Haze of Our Fading Sunrise

Morning has come and there is nothing left to say

Photo by Alex Jones on Unsplash

All the things I wished to say
Vaporized in ashen gray
We, the misty morning dew
Keep our secrets, faint, and few

Still, you stand on windswept stone
Centered on new light unknown
Yesterday in true decay
Fog conveys our…



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Barry Dawson Jr. IV

Barry Dawson Jr. IV

Medium Top Procrastinator. Guilty of writing under the influence. No, I’m not upset. My face always looks this way. INTP