Morning dew melts away in the afternoon <br />Like cold butter on a heated spoon. <br />Frozen puddles thaw and they are no more. <br />Night will be readying itself soon. <br />Leaving light such little room, <br />And so we wake and sleep under the moon.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/such-short-days/
