Tuesday, 21 February 2012


A sun behind gray clouds is like love behind pain
Always trying to push its way through to be seen, felt, and received
But ultimately neither can force the will of the other
Both are at the mercy of nature who decides when the seasons change,
The sun and love are fighting in vain
Forever their glowing warmth, hidden, shall remain
Till the universe decides to change the skies of gray

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