The soul has much to say
Sometimes...always
Sometimes
she cries
never
ask why
Showers
of joy
knowing
I'm hers
Sometimes
she laughs
teasing
the sun
Jealous
morn star
reveres
her smile
Sometimes
she dreams
eighteen
once more
Getting
it right
second
time round
Always
she looks
inside
my world
Comfort
is found
within
this heart
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Sometimes...always
Sometimes...always
