Saturday, April 13, 2013

when skies are gray...

you have become my sunshine.
i discovered you,
like a gem hidden under a pile of rubble.
it could be dark all around me
but when i turn to you i will see everything clear as day,
and i am no longer afraid.
you are the light at the end of the tunnel,
the colors of the sky when the sun meets the horizon.
you are the shapes the stars make
and you give reason.

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