Clouds are sometimes large, wide, dark and dense
We can’t see the sun e’en with a lens
Still it’s only just a passing phase
So we should never be in a daze

Sun and moon are greater than a cloud
Dear, thine pain only for a while. It’s loud
And clear. You’ll soon bounce and giggle
Here then your Beau will beam and chuckle

This Lover will get back many an inspiring word
His heart will again flutter like a soaring bird
As thy lovely sweet songs will soon again be heard
For Merry Christmas you will be back undeterred


[Dec 20,2009: : Lincoln, Ne, USA]

AtreyaSarma Uppaluri

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