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A Softly Painted Day

I sketched the softly painted day
and knew Yesterday wouldn’t come back
the smiles that faded, what I didn’t say
something Tomorrow couldn’t lack.

I watched the sun crumble its way down to the sea
something told me I’d see it again
Nature’s ways are a part of me
she greets me each morning like a beloved friend.

I felt the breeze whisper and coo in my ear
take my hair and twirl in sprightly dance
soft twilight erases away my fear
and lures me into a haunting trance.

I wished to be here forever, you know
something to no one I could say
I yearned to keep here for hours so slow
here in the softly painted day.

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