isn’t it sweet
gray morning
when the sun comes bursting
making me think of spring
isn’t it a gift
from God
in the middle of sadness
to be so warm
because the story must be told
because the story must be told
isn’t it sweet
gray morning
when the sun comes bursting
making me think of spring
isn’t it a gift
from God
in the middle of sadness
to be so warm
Are You Thrilled 
It is indeed a gift! Lovely contrasts on this one just like life
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Thank you for this comment which I missed at the time! Happy Easter!
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Short and swift but touching like a puff of breeze.
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thank you very much
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Wonderfully satisfying words on a fogged-in morning. Maybe there will be sun in the afternoon.
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I wish sunshine for you. For me, today it is snow falling
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