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Golden Day
Then the day was golden,
the sun was spilling from the clouds,
to show us she was here,
and that our sadness she could shroud,
now the day is wet,
the ground slick with falling rain,
to symbolize all the tears that fell,
for the love, the hurt, and the pain,
the flowers are bright and small,
but numbered in many,
love is projected,
from a picture so sincere,
her smile in my heart,
i will always hold dear,
the weeks and days that followed,
between the feelings i had swallowed,
i smile in recognition,
because a few are always there to listen.
