i felt the wind touching my skin...so cold
wrapping the heart and soul that i behold
with this journey of life to tell and be told
in riddles and puzzles in a hundredfold
................. there is tomorrow
........................to spare and borrow
eyes may fall in slumber for thousands of day
frozen amidst the blooming sunflowers to stay
towing the tears as the morning dewdrops lay
on velvety soft petals under the suns colorful ray
................. there is tomorrow
........................... without a hollow
awakened in a morning of fulfilling brightness
smiles reborn without the blues of lonesomeness
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