Dusk or Dawn

Is it dawn or is it dusk?
Trying to determine what my heart ask,
Was falling in a trance when heard the Husk.
With a heart so rare it asked,
"What's bothering you, you look so tasked?"
Replying to my sorrow it said so fast
"So simple a question bother's you?
You'll find the answer in every face you view.
If the face has a smile,it is dawn.
Man full of action just out of gown.
If the face is bleak,dusk it speaks,
A face that reminds you of lost streak."
With that advice,the Husk disappear
Leaving everything behind, clean and clear.
I got the point till then I had abjure,
Understood the things of which I was not sure.
Dark was the past or will be the future,
Depends on whether you nourish the hope or let it rupture.

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