exhaustion upon exhaustion, strain upon strain; however, it’s still a beautiful day . a ray of sunshine beams for a second time even after i told him not to stay . it was unexpected after so many moons to come back to our garden beneath the stars us — known to be loons . it’s as if the seasons have changed, but haven’t changed : same sunshine gleams a different way ... different aura, from both ends, matured (somewhat) purer in other ways. alas, we stroll through a gateway of optimism with the silent cloud of “what if” and “i’m terrified” lingering above us . we live through hope without pressure and a legislation based on genuinity... pure joy . i really hope the Spring-Time Sunshine doesn’t waver and the ice cream doesn’t melt.. Because , we dance the same dance, praise the same praise, laugh the same laugh and sway the same way . the epitome of shared knowledge, please don’t decipate . do not combust due to society’s pressure don’t hesitate . let’s laugh on.. let’s joke on .. i want the Spring-Time Sunshine upon my life to go on gleaming deep within my soul throughout all the seasons . no matter the storm; no matter how long . Spring-Time Sunshine .. do shine on .
