The clouds revealed a wide blue sky.
I waited for the sunset flourish.
My friends see the dreams of stars.
I am blind and only see the night.
When I awoke this morning,
I saw an approaching storm.
Every day that I stand alone,
my resolve grows stronger.
I look at the roses in the park.
They are pink, red and yellow.
As the breeze carries their fragrance,
I remember my lonely garden.
My voice is still now.
I hope the sun will talk to me today.
W. Wayne B.
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