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You Were My Sunshine
by Candace Turner

When younger I worshipped the Sun
 blithely dismissing the ominous clouds
 drifting over his scorching face

My future a bright, burning ball of heat
 I longed for his radiant fingertips to kindle my flame

But fire and heat are as short-lived as youth
 Life's tears easily extinguish their fiery passions

And in their wake
 all that remains
 a shadowy, shimmering trail of smoke and ash

 

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