It happens all the time
Still we never get used to it
It comes and steals without announcing
Leaves hearts broken
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I love the sun and its reflection and effect upon life. I miss it when it's hidden during winter time. Using the sun only as a metaphor, your poem speaks in depth. Good message. Thanks. 10. **Phineas, I'd be honored for your visit to my page.
The sun will rise tomorrow morning Darkness will fade and light will bring a smile on your face And your memories of the past pains will be hard to trace For in your heart no pain still remains The sun will rise tomorrow morning indeed the sun will rise again