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Which is it.
The day came now gone,
still staring at the sky.
The lights were off now on,
birds sing me a morning song.
Leaves are twirling in their merry way,
I forget to exhale.
Squirrels gathering nuts all day,
the deer leave a their trail.
Turning my attention to the sky that's bright,
squinting trying to adjust.
I know what's wrong and what's right,
This much I trust.
The lighs slowly fading,
the moon comes to visit.
And I'm still here waiting,
The sun or the moon.....
Which is it?
*S*
Such a dilemma,
when they both shine so brightly, just like your poetry.
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo
Thank you for a wonderful
Thank you for a wonderful comment. The sun now shines brightly and thank you