Many times you cover my sky
But sometimes you brighten my horizon
You inspire shapes and answers
Occasionally you cover what I would like to see
You are the calm before the storm
Would I like to see the tempest?
You are like a child throwing a fit
Is that who you are?
Why don't you tell me all your secrets?
Is there something you hide?
Why do cover my sun , my stars, my moon?
How long will I wait before the truth is shown?
Namaste
(molly)
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