A Gap In The Clouds

That bright isle

up there among the grey

bustling waves of rain to be

its smiling beams

hit the green

with a warm kiss of things to be

it passes by

and there in its wake

are showers of flowers yet to be

that bright isle

up there among the grey

gives me a hope of kissing thee.

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