One Day
One day I’ll stop writing
these depressed jumbles of words.
One day I’ll be back to
suns and moons,
stars sprinkled across the purple night,
fields of yellow daffodils,
flowers licking the fog and mist
with thin petals,
grass lapping up the dewdrops,
children chasing fireflies
in the still summer night
when the crickets hum
and the air caresses
like a warm mother.
One day that’s not today.
One day if I live so long.
One day when the sun shines
just a little brighter.
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