Poem By Leon Moon

Only If I had the braveries of Dawn,
Where all is possible and all is seen
But I jump out of bed and arch in drowsiness
Putting socks, trousers and idleness all on my suit
Of awakening. But I have never dreamed,
Or awoke to a full day of light;
Ars totum requirit hominem!

Comments about Enchantments

I have never dreamed, Or awoke to a full day of light; Braveries of the dawn... nice imagiantion. thank you dear poet. tony
A full day! ! Thanks for sharing.

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