With the rising, dancing dawn,
To our windows we are drawn
To contemplate the day ahead:
Will our sorrows bring more dread?
Dread of guilty pleasures known
To our hearts and ours alone?
Copyright Sarah Davidson 2020
With the rising, dancing dawn,
To our windows we are drawn
To contemplate the day ahead:
Will our sorrows bring more dread?
Dread of guilty pleasures known
To our hearts and ours alone?
Copyright Sarah Davidson 2020
