The sun is out after
days of gray,
and no fog or cloud stands
in my way
of seeing skies of blue.
Blue, the Happy Color [Lyric Poem]
Tiger Riding for Beginners
Traveling Poet Philosopher & Occasional Wiseacre
The sun is out after
days of gray,
and no fog or cloud stands
in my way
of seeing skies of blue.
Tiger Riding for Beginners 