Sunshine
You walk upon that desolate course
Ever aware of the brooding clouds above
Yet unable to see the great vistas which await
Is this life, ever threatened by storms?
Take a moment, look around with open eyes
For in the distance is a line of shimmering gold
Somewhere dawn breaks with glorious warmth
So plot your course thither
You have but to walk into the sunshine.
Copyright © Nick Bagnall | Year Posted 2011
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