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Have I been sleeping?
June 21,1987 A ray of
light Breaks
through the graying Of my
existence It strikes
the prism Of my mind And bursts
into Rainbows of
though Surely this
light is misplaced. It is the
last ray of spring And I wear The first
colors Of autumn But with
this light I see around
me And the
colors of autumn Are far… From gray. |