Daybreak To Dusk

Poem By Marshall Gass

Between the coming of day
and the resting of night
lies life to take control
and grow within
the short space provided.

What will we do if
the roles reversed and there was perpetual
or permanent light?

© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.

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