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I try to ignore the squirming Hyde within And, with effort still, I raise myself for the last traces of sunshine and fun. What was left of the day, I savor for me. As the withering leaves of silence have perfected the petals of stillness, A quietude. Such absence of sound Never a serenity to the mind. Disturbing solitude haunts. Loneliness seems vivid as reality speaks Even the poignant sadness never parts Solitary confinement paints an art. Like the spectator in a thousand theatre plays, I achingly wait for the final curtains to part. Then, as always expected - Left were the dancing curtains together with the late sunset wind. Tiny golden flecks imprinting on the soft white laces and trims. Catching shadow images of the last rays of brilliance, blending slowly in yellow embers, forming orange coals, turning into sunkissed glow of a sad goodbye. Then, ever so softly fading into dullness and cloudless cold. And as the night falls, its shadowy self dances against the moonlit music of silence. I listen and search still for what is left. No traces of the sun whose magnificence and radiance had touched the leaves of laughter during my daytime slumbering; children frolicking, early had the mind sensing. And, gone astray were the seeds of kindness the day had grown. It seemed they were sown by someone I wish I had known. If only I could frolic where little lads had been early today - in the meadows, by the pond, along the shores, around friendly trees and smiling flowers, with the meadowlarks and chirpy games, I’d give away anything. Basking in the sun on such a lemony day, someone sulks to find it's an emotional burn. If only I could catch the loveliness of the sun, I'd give away anything. ANYTHING. Just for something this grand. The mind wills but the heart groans. A moment of joy and laughter, so fleeting. Forgot me, gave away the troubles. Today could be A DAY, If only, ever so softly, I could catch the sun.

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If Only I Could Catch the Sun, Ever So Softly

I try to ignore the squirming Hyde within And, with effort still, I raise myself for the last traces of sunshine and fun. What was left of the day, I savor for me. As the withering leaves of silence have perfected the petals of stillness, A quietude. Such absence of sound Never a serenity to the mind. Disturbing solitude haunts. Loneliness seems vivid as reality speaks Even the poignant sadness never parts Solitary confinement paints an art. Like the spectator in a thousand theatre plays, I achingly wait for the final curtains to part. Then, as always expected - Left were the dancing curtains together with the late sunset wind. Tiny golden flecks imprinting on the soft white laces and trims. Catching shadow images of the last rays of brilliance, blending slowly in yellow embers, forming orange coals, turning into sunkissed glow of a sad goodbye. Then, ever so softly fading into dullness and cloudless cold. And as the night falls, its shadowy self dances against the moonlit music of silence. I listen and search still for what is left. No traces of the sun whose magnificence and radiance had touched the leaves of laughter during my daytime slumbering; children frolicking, early had the mind sensing. And, gone astray were the seeds of kindness the day had grown. It seemed they were sown by someone I wish I had known. If only I could frolic where little lads had been early today - in the meadows, by the pond, along the shores, around friendly trees and smiling flowers, with the meadowlarks and chirpy games, I’d give away anything. Basking in the sun on such a lemony day, someone sulks to find it's an emotional burn. If only I could catch the loveliness of the sun, I'd give away anything. ANYTHING. Just for something this grand. The mind wills but the heart groans. A moment of joy and laughter, so fleeting. Forgot me, gave away the troubles. Today could be A DAY, If only, ever so softly, I could catch the sun.