Days were passing by
Hours dying down
That week came like a flash
A Sunday like a doomsday
It was like a dream
A dream come true
That week when the sun smiled
That week when the sun's happiness beam
The smooth flight of leaves in fall fault
The soaring bird soaring across the sky
The cooing of ravens rule
made the day a day from the most high
like a hidden jewel
hidden from the founders eye
shining behind the passerby
so close to the finder all this while
like the owner's bowel
©johnrhymez
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