Despairs awoke my body’s chiming clock <br />And my eyes are covered with a black smoke <br />Heavy load of burden was on my back <br />And on my neck was an inspiring yoke <br />Music of my night was a scary chant <br />And my deep sleep was filled with a bad dream <br />The thought was there’s a thing I need to trim <br />The dawn, of loneliness laid on dark month <br />But after it was a colorful weeks <br />There are sweet songs of joy my ears shall hear <br />Mine hands shall feel and touch the happy year <br />My tears will no longer fall on my cheeks <br />There will be a rainbow colored with grace <br />Such a calendar of beautiful days.<br /><br />Mac Adrone Adonay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/calendar-of-beautiful-days/
