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There Will Be Days

Dandelion by Kamsar Ohanyan, 2021

There will be days when you wake up to a cuddle
There will be days when mornings are a struggle

There will be days when dancing feels good
There will be days when music just can't give the right mood 

There will be days when the food on the plate is wiped clean
There will be days when a grain's left untouched or so it seems 

There will be days when laughter echoes everywhere
There will be days when not even a cricket's sound you can hear
 
There will be days when a short walk is enough to keep it at bay
There will be days when you kneel and plead to make it go away

There are days when the faintest of sunshine hurts your eyes
And there are days when raindrops sound like solemn lullabies.

PK.K.M.


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