The sun
Peeking out within the clouds
Through a maze of grey
There is hopeful beam of brightness
Golden purity
Hopeful wide eyes dream
Start to think of possibilities
Starting to hope again
Starting to feel the golden glow within
Then it goes away
In a blink of an eye
Rain comes
The light is ripped out from within
With a deep sigh
They forget about the beam
They forget about the light
Going back to the normal gray
YOU ARE READING
A Touch of Innocence
PoetryAn innocent mind in a world full of corrupt people and one girl trying to write her way through it all.
