Sweet Sunshine

Yellow dreams of scintilla held ever tight
filling distant fields hidden out of sight
morning mist moves across the meadow
and sounds of a new day come alive

Hints of light rise from a darkened sky
parts of me arise, shown sparks in my eye
others just wait, still on a cloud covered day
begging for her warmth to forever stay

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