I am waiting
For the sun
To pour out
Its golden hot oranges
And fiery flaming reds
But dreadful clouds
Claimed the sky
And obscured
The warm rays of the sun.
Most of the time
I see the clouds
Behind the sun
And my days
Are like the sunflowers.
When the clouds
Patched the sky dark
I am inclined
To paint the world
With gray.
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