The Return of the Sun

I came back from the past

My dreams in hand to last

With new thoughts to cast

For each word I breathe for you

Amends a face that you once knew

Brings up a smile even just a few

A poem that paints the sun

Brushing its rays of bliss and fun

Underneath it we laugh and run

My rhymes are leaves that stay

Sprouting as the things you say

Like the summer trees that play

I returned to fill your emptiness

To remove your life’s dullness

And thaw your mind’s numbness

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