Don’t be sorry, Sunshine, though glory meets its doom;
don’t grip your resentment though your smile has lost its bloom.
No insects vie for pollen, no bees hang on your words,
but in the sunset of your life, seeds satisfy the birds.
Don’t be sorry, Sunshine, though glory meets its doom; don’t grip your resentment though your smile has lost its bloom. No insects vie for pollen, no bees hang on your words, but in the sunset of your life, seeds satisfy the birds.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
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