A bright fresh morning,
A brand new day,
The mist has risen,
Across the way,
The sun shines down,
Upon this place,
Reminders of your smiling face,
For you and the sun,
Are one and the same,
I think of you often,
And speak your name,
For your smile had that glow,
Just like the sun,
I miss you so,
Those days we were young.
Jayne Louise Davies
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