HOW NICE
How nice to find my voice againWhen I thought it forever lost
To take my love out for the day
With me she's never cross.
To walk out in the rain,
when the suns beating down.
Each little shard of light,
Brings the rainbows to the ground.
To play with a little child while,
she plays peek a boo with me.
Brings life into perspective,
Of the wonder's that's still to see.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2025-07-09 at 00:32
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