{"sf1_id":1261966,"sf2_id":"Oe59yZOe","title":"DEW","author":"Quillhog","words":68,"posted_at":"2017-11-11T18:54:00.000Z","tags":["Emotional","Poem","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1261966-dew","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Oe59yZOe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/76/12/761214fc-5a1c-4421-9ee4-fa251239f17b","description":"#5 of Poetry\n\nA quick piece. Written 2016.","content":"Does morning bring us rays of hope or just another day?\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Does evening give us chance to cope or just a time to lay?\n\nEach time the sun goes overhead, we pass another dawn.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Each hour counted till our bed, another memory gone.\n\nWhat chance have we to catch the grains of ever following sands?\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;What matters more than morning rains glistening in your hands?\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1260676-ambition.json"}}