Look For the Sun
Don’t ever leave the sanctuary,
Despised are those who dare to be different,
Misplaced judgment, sorry times
For those who dare to see,
Pick a pocket full of brightly blossoming buttercups,
Sprinkle their gold into the eyes of a novice,
Then, surely, they will see the Sun,
And how it always shines, it’s just
The sky becomes cloudy sometimes.
Copyright © Zoe Campbell | Year Posted 2009
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