Saved by the Sun
When the Sun came out,
I thought,
"At last we're saved!"
What was I so worried about before?
When the sky is blue,
And cherry trees become
The only clouds,
What is there to despair?
I feel quite certain
That it will never rain again.
I thought,
"At last we're saved!"
What was I so worried about before?
When the sky is blue,
And cherry trees become
The only clouds,
What is there to despair?
I feel quite certain
That it will never rain again.
Labels: national-poetry-month


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