Frances M. Donberger Poems

Wait until tomorrow, things will be different.
Another thoughtless day.
The sun rises, a ball of fire glowing red and gold
Across the placid water.
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My tomorrow has come, and things are different.
A thoughtful day, thinking of future tomorrows.
I watch the sun rise, casting beautiful and glowing beams across the gentle waves reaching for the shore.
Time goes by, quickly full of happiness and laughter.
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