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The grass isn’t always greener

Sunshine isn’t always brighter

But the winds and the rains

Remain the same- together

There’s mountains I can’t climb

And rivers I’ll never swim

But I’ll pretend, maybe someday

As somedays ripple away

Flowers bloom in glorious perfume

And silky petals will gently furl

As springs rush off into winters        

The moon portrays my nighty sun

As the sun chases like its shadow

Life passes us by best… sought


Poet of the Light © 2022

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