Poetry Today, Songs Tomorrow

the sun pays attention to its rays
that stand in the sky as if to say
that the splendid day has risen
to recoil what is sewn in fluent
pastures of deeds and things
that bring unto thee
splendor, how brilliantly
he testifies inside of me
that as I remember to share
without a doubt I will bare
myself in all that I scout to achieve
with dripping leaves of hope
and shimmering trees of love
hug me in ways to display
a comfort that is brought my way
that proceeds to please my senses
and mends my heart


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