Do you believe the night will end? That another morning will come?
It’s been one long night now,
But not after one long day,
And not without another morning to come,
I still believe.
Somewhere deep down though I think,
There’s something within me quite not ready,
To feel the rays of the morning sun,
First rays, though billion years old.
'Til a new morning arise,
Set by an eternity old object,
By its eternity old light,
Never beginning and never ending,
That yet we believe to be,
New every dawn.
Copyright by Delilah Das
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