Glim

Spring days bring us troubled lads
Souls abound and lives that had,
Along the horizon I see
Sunshine and folks gone lost,

Semblance strikes with but a beam
With a rush of energy,
The slow spring brings forth new days
They come with second chances,
On the hour I admit
They must come and come again,

But if I must choose a line
If not a path this one day,
May my soul hath acquire
The likes of the sun instead,
Not the beams of the one day
For night comes with just a turn

Pronto

d’Aimer le Soleil

Daimyo

Far Side

City Town

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Defect

Sonny

Textbook

Perception

Fortuitous