I see the sun rise,
peeking through the clouds
like it cannot wait for its imminent birth to the earth.
Majestically emerging out of the heavens
a rich orange, yellow brilliance asserting domain over creation's sight
it seems to rise and rise..
and so do my hopes and dreams,
the sun rises and my hopes come to life
peeking through the clouds of confusion
embracing a birth to the present future
becoming substance
like the sun my dreams rise
and they rise beautifully.
when it sets, taking the reality with it into the unknown,
ushering in a darknes ,
my dreams cling to the skies
and they wait for it to rise again
it will always rise
and rise beautifully.
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