Sunshine is
a gift forgotten.
Rivers
that stop running.
Cool wind
on a warm day
subsiding.
A captivating face
not shining.
If there ever was a time
the sun stopped shining,
If ever there was a time the
wind stopped blowing,
I would feel as empty as I
do when I see confused eyes,
and weary smiles.
My fingers cannot hold the sun,
nor are my lungs strong enough
to move the sky,
but if thou will
I would give thee happy
flashbacks, joyful thoughts, and memories
of sunshine that
can never be forgotten.
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