The Sun Will Return
Dark days bring forth the rain
As I trudge through the mud again
I’m awaiting the new day
When the sun will return I pray
The same song repeats in my head
Each line sung again instead
And the pattern repeats each time
As I convince myself all in fine
Is this all that was left of the dream
When it is not blessed instead
Fall into line form on the right
Making it look so tight.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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