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Dawns early light

Here I sit and here I stare .
My arms are weak
and my legs are bare.
My body shakes off
any feeling or care .
As it is numbed
by the folly
frigid air.
Snowflakes fall
upon my face
fully freezing
It into place .
My mind
is going
into the light .
For it has given
up on the fight .
my world now
fades into white .
Giving birth to
dawns early light .

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Hi Edward, I really like your poem. I'm not sure why this person has given up on the fight. Does he go back to the beginnings? I like your title, rhymes and spacing. No nits, just not clear about one or two parts. I'll return.

"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

Well what I meant is that his mind is going away because it gave up or loss the war of life
so he fades with the darkness of death
and is lifted up into the white light of the unknown afterlife.
Again I thank you for reading my poem .

Hlm life without literature is a life without logic.

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