The March sun rises over the cold Worcester hills And his heart holds its mysteries silent and still Grey as coal dust, this strange day breaks And with the soft light of dawn, a new soul it takes
High above the trees, staring out across the line Of the barren shade of beauty that still endures to shine In the days about to come, in the weeks of recent past The hope that has sustained me is ebbing now at last
For it’s the darkest shade of dawn that takes away the light When the deepest breath he took was just to last throughout the night But the dawn cannot turn around and reverse the fate of day And we cannot last beyond what is our determined stay
And so it marches steady and so it marches on The coal grey light of endings, this dismal Worcester dawn So go ahead, and take what’s yours, I see no other way And leave the rest of us to make it through this dismal Worcester day
(Josiah Bardsley lives in San Francisco where he spends way too much time hanging out in used bookstores and bars. He likes fog, small dogs and moonlit walks on the beach....really. This is his first submission to DaRK PaRTY)
شركة مكافحة النمل الابيض بعنيزة
شركة مكافحة النمل الابيض بالرس
شركة مكافحة النمل الابيض بالمزاحمية
شركة مكافحة النمل الابيض بالخرج
شركة مكافحة حشرات ببريدة