When can I see the sky again?
The gray clouds are thick and black.
I wonder if I can wait for a new day.
Yesterday I found a hidden road to travel.
Every hour, I see a perfect vision.
As I cross the mountains, I am amazed.
One day I will start to descend.
What will I feel as the ocean approaches?
Last year was not as lonely as today
The sun shined brightly that season.
I am looking forward to those days returning.
Yet, today the sky is showing me that I must wait.
© 2012 W. Wayne B.
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