A Spring Day Poem by Christan Bowen

A Spring Day

Without worlds colliding
I see a bright sunshine coming through the grey clouds
Will I be about it
I stood enough
and had to shout it
the moonbeams sway
Tomorrow is a new day
But I hear the crying of millions of children
How did we grow a world where we kill them?

Thursday, October 15, 2026
Topic(s) of this poem: sunshine
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