The sun draws me
Out of painting sober reflections
In the endless sea of rain.
I hold on the memory of summers yet to come
Springing forward in rainbows
So full of hope for something different.
I can hear the trees start to sing
Building towards a silent crescendo
In won’t be long now.
The fire in my mind will thaw my heart
Just as long as I have
The sun.
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