Poem: The Sky Will Be Bright Again,

The Sky Will Be Bright Again,

it will be filled once more by the sun.
I am certain it will.
It has not been so long:
the sun continues.
I am sure we will see it.
It came back the last time
and each time before.
Why would this be different?

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