The Promises

The dawn, another day

Begins to slip away

As the sun slips

Between the mountain, edges its way

Toward another day

If the clouds would allow the sun to return 

For the promises that would come

And the hopes of tomorrow will bring on 

It wouldn’t matter if it rained

It could just be a better day


Issues |Art


Region |Washington DC

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