SINKING SUN

The sinking sun rays
The sad melodies of nightingales
Wake owls with crowns of dreams
Waking bats with thoughts of mischief

II
The dark will bark
And mark my lack
The yearns will bite
And take my light
Fears will guard
And brand me bad
As the night climbs mountains
To get me through dawn
And roll me over
To another cruel day
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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