No two days are just the same
Some sunshine some are rain
Some plaintive notes
Pulled from the violins throat
Some cleansing dew
On the rosebuds new
Still they are bound
By the same silver thread
A hopeful light
At the tunnel's edge
A sliver of orange
On the horizon plain
A promise of sunshine
After a soaking rain
A spring at the end
Of the winter frost
A beacon of light
When you are lost
When my emotions race
Like a runaway train
I remind myself- no two days
Are ever the same again!
MS
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