DAYBREAK
Here, the way we usher in our
time: New light, snow white.
I hail the morning, yet sit to
wonder, looking out.
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Is it not strange for men to get
medals for war? Yet, they are
handed out, galore. The things
which are meant in 'Why I went,'
cannot satisfy me any more.
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Valor has a leading edge; I feel
it runs to a foolish end, and,
bravery, like this new-lit ridge,
marks time before this new
day's lend.
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