Thursday, July 16, 2009

Sunshine...


Who knows what may come
As night gives in to the day?

Who knows what transpires
Between the gloomy and the gay?

Denver not I
Who could feel it on his eyes...

'Sunshine on my shoulders'
Only into thoughts entice;


He the Man,
I wish to seek,

Providence, dear,
Becomes the lonely and the meek.

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