Light streams across the windowsill
Chasing away the shadows
From my heart that no one knows
Perhaps they will when I am still
Like an ever changing river flows
Emotions rise, fall, twist and turn
Even I cannot discern
Whither my mood goes
At times life's a struggle uphill
The weight of sadness grows
Yet on occasion Nature bestows
Upon me hope of a future still
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