Longing
I stare out the window,
Looking at the morose clouds.
It would be like tomorrow;
An average day with crowds.
Reclining on my chair,
Sighing, letting it all out.
I thought life was unfair;
Life seemed to pout.
Waiting for an answer;
I knew it was too late.
I started to bicker.
But it was already my fate.
Finally after the raging winter,
The clouds became bright.
Anything was no longer bitter;
Because of the glorious sight.
Unlike the sullen sky,
The sun will never say good-bye.
It will eternally soar high,
For it'll never die.
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