When it rain it pours…

The sun is high in the sky but I can’t see it clearly. The birds are kissing the sky with good morning kisses. Yet, I still cannot see them. A cool, calm breeze is flowing amongst the tree tops. Can you see?

Another day has met me but I still cannot see it. The feelings I’ve come to embrace has taken oven. They are so dear but they have caste a never ending shadow. Moist, damp, and downright chilly. The smell reeks from my pores with the scent of desperation. Desperate to see clearly again.

To see the sun kiss the sky at the dawn of each day. To see the birds kiss the morning sky. Oh, how much would I love to feel the cool breeze on my face and wish all a good day.


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