Days Done

Calender upon the wall
Reminds me that my days are lost.
Tears have come
Tears have gone
What is left now from the days done?
Clouds so dark
Shoot fire sparks,
Shall I come apart?
Golden light coming around the bend;
It is another day-
I will try again.

Virginia Sullinger


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