It always rises.
In rain or snow,
whether you see it or not.
Hiding behind clouds,
invisible under a putty grey sky.
It’s there
blessing the new day.
Its rays smiling upon you,
gifting hope
even on the stormiest days.
If only we believe.
It’s quadrille Monday at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Today, De asks us to include the word “smile” or a form of the word, in our poem of exactly 44 words, sans title. Photo by Anandu Vinod on Unsplash
lillian the home poet 
This is lovely and uplifting 🌞💛
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Thank you!
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Well scribed and thank you! Plane trips on gloomy days always remind me of this truth.
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Beautiful and uplifting!
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It is a constant to be counted on.
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Lillian, good poem and great metaphor.
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Yes, you are exactly right! Well done.
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Yes indeed
Nice one Lillian
Thanks for dropping by my blog
🎇much love
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A refreshing write. Thank you.
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Oh, I LOVE that “putty grey sky” so much!
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I believe.
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love this uplifting poem 😀
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The hope is something we need so much these days.
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I needed this quadrille, Lill. Thank you.
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hope is always offered, why do we reject it so often?
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True, Lillian! It is always there, even if we can’t see it. 💙
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This is exquisitely drawn, Lil! 😍 Yes, the sun is always there, even though it is sometimes not visible to the eye.
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oh yes Lillian – such hope on even the stormiest of days
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Nicely done 👏
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Such a positive, hopeful poem. Badly needed.
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