the type ones face longs for
throught the window
it falls on the floor
strings pull smile back from winter
heart begins to lift
and eyes glitter
the dys of joyous living
no cold day blues
or wet day shivers
knee caps ache for activity
mid-drift swivels in anticipation
this hope
this expectation
slowly crumples back into reality
the sun will shine
there will be times
the truth may stay,
not to be dissolved with higher moods of the day,
heart drops,
umbrella proped,
next time sunshine comes
let's not let go of it.
into the dreams
i choose to adventure
back into nature
isn't mother earth clever
enjoy the day's with rays
they are happiness in a cylender.
-bessie
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