Which Day? - Poem by Rebecca Stansfield
Foresee the day ahead of me,
the is rising again,
and all that was a burden to me,
is flying, again.
What was that? A day to me?
One that I can use?
To make my dreams come true?
Or to see bruised leaves fall.
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