At times when I awake, I feel the rain pour down on me, Everything is tinted gray, The sun hides shyly behind the cloudy sky, Waiting to make an appearance as the storm subsides. And then, not far away, I hear the singing of the mockingbird, The sky once again dresses in pastel blues, The glorious sun poses in the midst, And all is wonderful and clear. The splendour of the heavens...
Reason for writing:
A moment of the heart...
Birth sign: Gemini
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