The sunshine
When it’s hard to see,
And you are in the dark,
When you got use to being in the shadows,
And have forgotten the feel of sunshine.
And unexpectedly you see the sunrise,
Shining through a golden mist,
Playing hide and seek behind the trees,
Teasing you with the disappearing act.And then you get the perfect view.
A view divinely beautiful,
Bringing beautiful feelings you read about,
Making you want to sing.

~The End~

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.



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