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–
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sunshine
reaching
wide
–
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skies . . .
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tell
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–
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I
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o
.
my
eyes . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
sunshine
reaches
wide
–
–
across
.
t
h
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.
warm
.
a
n
d
.
welcome
skies . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
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tell
.
m
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.
everything
.
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s
.
going
.
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o
.
be
alright . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
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tell
.
m
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.
everything
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s
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going
.
t
o
.
be
alright . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
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tell
.
m
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.
everything
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s
.
going
.
t
o
.
be
alright . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
this
time . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
I
cry.
Reflection: This was an inspirational/hope-themed poem that I wrote back in February of 2022 where the contemplator finds comfort in the simplicity of an ordinary, day of sunshine. I was playing the song “City Limit” by Bill Jr. and sitting outside on my balcony on a lovely summer-like day. The words “summertime smiles” came to me while relaxing there and then I started writing other lines before changing it to “a smile of summertime,” and the poem pretty much wrote itself from there. So, if you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it. It only took me an hour or so to write it.