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all you see are the grey clouds
which cover your eyes
and impairs your vision
from seeing
the real color
of the sky
the blue streaked with white
the gold painted red
your eyes,
they cover what you
could feel
but the grey, you'd think
would help you through
but they lie,
they make you wallow,
and cry and
immerse in selfpity.
Neverending tears all you feel is pain,
because you never appreciated the sunshine
that wakes
with you every morning,
to greet you with a smile,
yet you turn away
just to search for the grey
that will never
exist
if only you let the sunshine light up your day.
to resist it's love would kill
the only reason to live
the
only reason why we feel
and to resist it's charm
would be a disaster,
to allow your eyes to be blinded
by all
the things you flood your mind with
not knowing
that you could be brave enough
to love the sun as much
as the
sun loved you,
to accept her arms
and let her wrap around you
and heal you.
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A meeting between two beings who complete one another, who are made for each other,
borders already, in my opinion, on a miracle.
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