Saturday, February 2, 2013


i remember the day
when i was at play
never knew i may
catch my dreams from away
it was aday
when gloomy clouds reign
all the skies are in pain
the bright days mourn
as the wind whip up the field of corn
silver threads spatter from above
the shower
has made the field lose its dazzle
but golden grace shone out from the outcast
a rainbow arched at last
i chase the rainbow
down the slope where daffodils grow
all my happy thoughts flow
as the rainbow show
i watch the sun rise
it’s like a golden prize
more than a paradise
this scene i realize
white clouds bellowed
merry birds followed
i will never be sorrowed.

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