SunSpotsA Poem by Michael Lopezis staring into the sun a bad thing???
The morning's glory, with all its splendor. That god grace shines bright. As winters chill, lets you know your still here. My mind drifts far away.... The memories flood. With the crisp cold air, that breathes with every blink. With waves breaking, in the lake thats just waking. That the sun seems to warm skin, like the heart living on this whim. Only to realize that, I've been left stranded in the sand. © 2009 Michael LopezReviews
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