The Final Days
As the morning dew grows awayThe sunshine beams onto me as I know the final days are coming.
I hear the birds sing their lovely song,
while the trees blow in their song.
I hear the cries of others in their ending days.
While I know this is another chapter,
it still brings great pain and happiness to come.
This Poems Story
This is a final day of some event that someone is having.
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