Sometimes you see in a sunset, all golden dreams passed down from memory, felt in years never forgotten. Remembering your favorite color was here in the rain, washed away the pain, never to remain. Gratitude. <br /> <br /> <br />©2013 Tom Squires<br /><br />Tom Squires<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/patience-remains/
