Oh!, Suffering comes but for a while,
And my turmoil is short-lived,
My joy comes again eternal,
Accompanied by a blissful smile,
As my torment is over.
When the morning sun arises,
My darkness is chased away ,
Into places like the forest,
Binded with fiery husky chains,
And tied about a tree.
Oh!, What a glorious fantasy,
As my hope is revives,
As the morning sun comes,
To unveil a blissful beginning.
When The Morning Comes
Williams Emmanuel
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Poem topics: away, hope, joy, smile, tree, fantasy, eternal, short, torment, sun, morning, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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