POETRY

HAPPY TOMORROW

The night is cold and windy

My heart is warm and needy

My hands tremble

So is my temple.

 

Universe is dark

Forcing me to sit back

White, brown or black

Color of your skin is luck.

 

Clouds are sad

Whispers from the winds I’ve heard.

 

Thoughts are flowing

With hope that love is growing.

 

Passion of a happy tomorrow

Life without sorrow.

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