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]
the !n(tro)verted yogi
Bernie Gourley. Traveling Poet-Philosopher
The sun is out after
days of gray,
and no fog or cloud stands
in my way
of seeing skies of blue.
the !n(tro)verted yogi 