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greater bliss
The sunrise is subdued in early morn
Only pastel hues on passing cloud
Light the way, another day is born
We waken from our dreams and doff a shroud

Can sleep be other than a sort of death?
See how it mimics dying as we lay ~
Is not it quite the same, save for the breath
That vanishes from us upon that day?

Which dawn will be our last, we cannot tell
We go about our day oblivious
Hold onto the illusion, neath its spell
In hopes another will be promised us.

Our only consolation maybe this
Souls have the destiny of greater bliss

acrostic sonnet for the sfitb challenge

By moon spirit

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Simplicity SFITB Challenge with deeny107 (Clara) read page for rules and REQUIRED PHRASE (challenge has been closed)

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