Red sunset skies predict a clear bright day
The next morning, and yellow sunrise tells
Of rain, the very day it would display,
But naught they tell how love in your heart dwells;
You smiled to kindle love that may soon burn?
Touched tenderly, affirmed affinities,
To make the dark nights glowing in return?
Or hugged so tight to bridge infinities?
Some setbacks show, but welcomed if they do,
As waves recede to break with higher surge,
After the calm, much fiercer winds are due,
Are there omens for coming storm to splurge?
.....Wisdom is oft denied the common mind,
.....That is, so bliss in innocence they find.
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