Morning is a Widow

Morning is a Widow

An Original Poem By Catelin Haight


Morning is a widow

Weeping for her Night

Aching for his darkness

But consumed by endless light


Night is a lost soul 

Searching for his Morn'

Grasping for her light

But by darkness forver torn


The stars tell their story

Tragic, but true

That a love so great

Could be separated by a sky of blue  


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