There is always a dusk before the dawn.

Many feel that the dawn never comes.

Others see the dawn, gorgeous as a fawn.

I question the dawn.

I sit at a pond and see nothing but a cloud of gray.

It comes to me everyday.

Maybe is just God’s plan telling me, “Just wait and stay.”

When that day comes, I’ll be on that bench.

Waiting for my dawn.

Who knows the true dawn?

I’ll just wait and see what will happen to me.

The dawn shows no face, and sometimes leaves without a trace.

It won’t happen to me.

My dawn will come.

Just you wait and see.


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