Trees bud and flowers blossom.
The morning is awesome.
Spring is nearly birthed
and hopefully my soul will be unearthed;
but gray skies above me hang
as my heart sang
drowning in grief
finding little relief.
Few words of hope
as I try to cope
or live in peace
all my cares release.
Facing the sun
I pray my fears reduce to none.
Maybe a warmer season getaway
will take my troubles away.
Prayers are repeated
as each morning is greeted
and tucked in again at night
keeping life a bit more light.
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