Tomorrow Will Smile Again
The shimmering sun is throwing
Fire-golf on our derma,
Like it doesn't have head.
But forasmuch the cheek of the cloud
Is telling us that,
It is not unwilling to soak
The sun in his fists,
We can tell by the lips of braveness that,
Tomorrow will smile again.
Why is the invisible face of the wind
Wearing the whiff of the volcano?
Does it mean we're locked up in nether world?
If Mr. Wind is not unhappy to feel this way,
Then we better ought to find
Some bucket to put on.
Since there's no place to salt away.
But we believe with the lips of braveness,
Tomorrow will smile again.
Copyright © Jonathan Nartey | Year Posted 2015
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