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Apr 2010
Oh wherever did my sun go
Is he hiding behind the clouds
I look but I can't find him
Perhaps I don't know how

I feel his warmth upon my face
But I can't see his glow
I'm afraid if I keep standing here
I'll burn and I won't know

I'm sure he came up this morning
I saw him when he rose
But my day's grown dark and cloudy
And I miss him so

The day just keeps a passing
And I am growing cold
I suppose that I'll stop looking
As his face I can't behold
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
Neva Flores Varga Smith
Written by
Neva Flores Varga Smith  53/F/Rochester NY
(53/F/Rochester NY)   
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