Brevity


At daybreak I watch the world be born.
A few short hours are my prize.
At dusk the sunset I do scorn.

Light dances through glass to adorn
My chamber wall. As I rise
At daybreak I watch the world be born.

From the line my clothes are torn
By the wind. Lacking progress's guise
At dusk the sunset I do scorn.

I hope, awaken, I have sworn
To grasp the silk fire in the skies.
At daybreak I watch the world be born.

A flame caught by a rose's thorn
O'ertakes the plant and beauty dies.
At dusk the sunset I do scorn.

My tender life, I must now mourn
With all the grief that love implies.
At daybreak I watch the world be born.
At dusk the sunset I do scorn.

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