Poemetry: To Sunny Days

Shadows cloud all great minds and souls

as clouds come to sunny days,

scrawling shades on verdant knolls,

deepest on the brightest braes.

A heart and mind of golden light,

where glows grow on the threaded grass,

make most visible patches of night

over the auric ground they pass.

Best they know the gloom of mankind,

and best they know the doom of joy,

which betrays the heart and numbs the mind

with poppy blade, their love and light destroy.

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