Sunrise, a rich and tender glow,
pierces the blank blue skies.
a cloud will pass, and then move on,
to follow a turning tide.
...
Wounds will start to heal in time
but scars will never fade.
From what I’ve felt of glory days
I know that scars can stain.
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Today I thought I saw
a snowy gale in summer
But it turned out to be the blossom.
From the tree in my garden.
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For a moment,
I thought it was you.
But i soon remembered you were cold
and this wasn't you at all.
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Like a fire
she raged all over,
here and there,
shouting, screaming
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