Once in a while
I have a golden day
When the dark clouds are shattered
By a sudden sun ray
When the only weight
That rests on my head
Is a radiant crown
Not that wreath of dread
When my weeping heart
Makes a different sound
As a harmony of serendipity
Is suddenly found
These are the days
That I treasure inside
The small, green saplings
The hints of my new life
Golden Day


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