When the Sun Is Lost
Everyday comes with a new sunrise
But what about the days
When the clouds take over the sky
Hiding the sun which made us high
With Hopes and happiness
And promises
Of eternal joy
Alas! We sit there reminiscing the lost day
When the sun could warm us to our bones
And set fire to the furnaces in our homes.
Copyright © Ruchita Patil | Year Posted 2022
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