There will be....
Days of gloom
Mornings of bloom
Basket of woes
Whisked by the patter of tiny toes
Words unspoken
A trust thus broken
Pride in some secret glory
For spinning a yarn of a story
Loved one lost
New friends gained
Thawing of the frost
Of a heart so pained
Silence swathed in gold
But with lips frozen with cold
Yet....
There will be....
A dawn of a new tomorrow
That will drown all sorrow
Casting aside fears
In a pool of sincere tears
Keeping hope alive
For everyone to strive!
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