DIANNA BUECHE


Sunshine Grace

I seek your face every moring.
You are radiant, your light shines around me
like no other.
Come meet with me here in the fields as i labor
all day for my master.
My back feels the burn from your rays.
I hide my face from you the one the angels have sent.
Disgraced that you may see me for who i really am.
Hour by hour your face stays the same till at last

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