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Sweet Sunshine
Yellow dreams of scintilla held ever tight
filling distant fields hidden out of sight
morning mist moves across the meadow
and sounds of a new day come alive
Hints of light rise from a darkened sky
parts of me arise, shown sparks in my eye
others just wait, still on a cloud covered day
begging for her warmth to forever stay
filling distant fields hidden out of sight
morning mist moves across the meadow
and sounds of a new day come alive
Hints of light rise from a darkened sky
parts of me arise, shown sparks in my eye
others just wait, still on a cloud covered day
begging for her warmth to forever stay
Published 21st Mar 2017
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21st Mar 2017 5:55am
21st Mar 2017 1:06pm
Spring has sprung beautifully in this poem, Tim. Even though some parts of us find it difficult to awake from winter's warm hibernation.
24th Mar 2017 10:10am
