Light…

what a beautiful light.
If only to touch for a moment
as day turns to night.
 

And how…

how I wish it could it be,
we all could see through eyes of children

so innocently.
 

Oh, see how she glows

from her head to her toes

as the light gleams from her face.

Will we change how she sees,

or change so we see things her way?
 

Will we change how she sees,
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No bird remains to sing his song.

so silence pounds the whole day long.

In beat with memory of the day

I clapped to make him go away.

The fault, it clearly lies with me

the bird was what the bird should be.

Now I live knowing I was wrong…

to want to silence any song.

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I sat today midst the happy smiles

of a children’s song, and for just a while

I was happy too, for what else should come

from a happy day and a happy song.

But, it came again just like every June,

when I feel the pain of an open wound

that on every other day I keep

hidden far from view, buried oh so deep.

But I guess that’s why they made the day,

so that folks ...

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