Coming of the Sun
Coming of the Sun
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Hope, is the glass half full or empty.

Next poem Monday.

Coming of the Sun

The first view of a sunrise As fresh as the falling snow

Illuminates the land about When the sun continues to grow

Through the fields of this country farm Are visions of white baby's breath

Flowers greater than God could imagine

The second sunrise is not so bright There is lingering mud on the other side

A blurred ability to see what is right For the sun's reflection through the puddles

Make the good look trite

The combination of both views Appear when the sun is to rise

The decision must be made To stay or flee the site

The coming of the sun can be good to many But when choosing to give up hope

The sun will be missed plenty

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