SUNSHINE
There’s no Sunshine
Boards are over my windows
The days are cloudy
During sleep there is thunder
Only to wake up and experience it all over again
Where’s my Sunshine
Boards are over my windows
The days are cloudy
During sleep there is thunder
Only to wake up and experience it all over again
Where’s my Sunshine
...............Misunderstood Soul, a collection of poems available @ www.drbooks.bigcartel.com
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