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When the sun comes out on a cloudy day
I think of the way you will look out the window,
Smile wide and say, “Here comes the sun…”
Waiting for me to sing back the “Doos”
And run out into the misty dew that lingers in the air.
Before being absorbed into the grass,
I turn back and look at you knowing
You will always be there with me
When I need a little more sun.
Because even when it won’t come on a cloudy day,
I think of the way you become this light,
And the home that ignites a warmth during the cold.
You possess my mind at all times,
It is something I no longer control.
I think of the way you are,
Regardless.
About the Creator
KB
A snippet of life. Some real, some not. Thanks for reading!
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