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The Sun came out,
chasing the clouds away.
This is the life,
on a sunny Spring Day.

When the Sun in your eyes,
is from a reflective glare,
sparks the smile within you,
and golden threads in your hair.

I await breakfast,
after sleeping tight.
Hearing your greeting,
makes my life right.

Little things,
brighten the day.
Good morning too,
is what I say.

I haven't written,
for you in a while.
When I do write,
I hope you will smile.

Just a little smile,
when my words say.
In the meantime,
please have a great day.

From darkest night,
at last, it came,
a Spring breeze,
with warming rain.

Will you stay with me,
when I sigh,
awaiting the day,
I say goodbye?

Throughout the day,
into the night,
we risk our lives,
without a fight.

She wore a yellow scarf,
not a bandana, as they say.
Listening to her voice,
you won't leave, you'll stay.

When looking into her eyes,
I am struck, with a blank stare.
Understanding now,
she is no longer aware

I cringe when I hear the word,
absurd.
Absurdity,
will be the death of me.

Should words collide,
when we try to write
and words mean nothing,
if they're not right?

If you spell,
words this way,
remembering letter silence,
especially the letter "J".

I hope to see you,
on the morrow,
sparing you,
my pitiful sorrow.

I miss you,
in the morning,
when you are away,
and pray to see you,
again, when you smile.

Where are you, my friend?
Did you run away,
to where it began?
If you return, please stay.

When you choose
to live life, this way,
remember it is a choice,
you make every day.

Sitting here, for meditation,
with a few others and me.
I have been called a loner,
reviewing my thoughts of thee.

I write in verse,
a sing, song sound.
Music to me,
was lost, now found.