Some Days
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Peter S. Quinn
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Some days never will come through,
World is hopeless jumble lonely;
Something we are not used to,
In our thoughts we find there only.
Clouds are darken in the sky ways,
All our world is full of raindrops;
With our hopes in endless grays,
Where despondent never stops.
Despair not - for the bluebirds fly,
To pleasant places with new sun;
When rainbows crosses the sky,
With their magic and colored fun.
Though faraway from here now,
Heaven will open again to shine;
What's lost comes back somehow,
To make us happy and feel fine.
There are days in sullen dark,
Making us not dare to dream;
Full of remorse and its mark,
And every thought in dumbs deem.
Blazing stars are still in night,
Giving hope both high and wide;
Tomorrow will be all right,
If hopeless clouds again will hide.
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