Cloudy spring mornings,
When days were calm, and
Sunday strolls by the beach,
Not worrisome.
Those times are gone.
But not for long.
Soon they’ll be back.
Just a little patience,
In the grand,
Scheme of life.
The original language of this site is English. Please note that translators impact the meaning of the poems.
Cloudy spring mornings,
When days were calm, and
Sunday strolls by the beach,
Not worrisome.
Those times are gone.
But not for long.
Soon they’ll be back.
Just a little patience,
In the grand,
Scheme of life.