clouds are only a concern for the hopelessA Poem by Mr Bee
the sun which holds all our hope,
will continue to rise and set, my dreams have risen to an extreme, soon they will be set free from my chest like the sun, it will be a magnificant visual to behold, when my dreams and visions rise up, the sun will blot out the cold, when he peaks in the sky, you will almost be blind, when the sun shines bright though soon he must rest, and i will refuel my heart and my mind like the sun, i will rise again, that you can bet
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