Setting now to my bed
the dawn an hour and a half
away still, and far the silver
lands of my youth, and
the long ragged dreams
we once held. The night
in its darkness bears better
a spirit abhorring the dim day.
Comes the pale morning,
thieving over the frozen waste,
and finds deep I am sleeping,
dreaming the paltry dreams
of the tired and the weary,
far from the silver lands
of my youth, when over
the snows the dawn
burned crimson red.
24.01.2023
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