The sun, a heart, in skies so wide,
Reflects my joy, my hidden pride.
The wind, a breath, a whispered plea,
Of change and loss, for you and me.
The seeds we sow, on fertile ground,
Like hopes and dreams, that can be found.
Though storms may rage, and darkness loom,
A flower blooms, dispelling gloom.
My simple words, in rhyme they flow,
Of truths untold, that all may know.
If they resonate, or leave you cold,
My thanks to you, the story's told.
T.M.Solvang
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