Children await the bright blue day,
Where they can go outside to play,
Don’t you enjoy the Sun’s bright rays?
And then the sky begins to glaze...
The clouds come in, it’s quite a sight,
The extremes arrive to start their fight,
The kids are running away in fright,
And so begins the dark stormy night.
When I look, I think of you,
The day you left for someone new,
How I loved walking with your shoes,
Now I’m calm as the dark storm brews.
MLS
3/9/12
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