It never stops spinning

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When my day begins and sleep still holds me captive,
When the days are shorter than my lists,
When skies hold a meloncholic promise of grey,
When sun shines but never reaches,
When sun burns but never warms
When sun hides from summer storms
When sun smiles lonesome between silver tears
When sun smiles at beach days in the hazy rain,
When sun smiles in sarcasm

Karen Hayward ©2018

Image and words

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