Surety

I was not mistaken
The light it was there
As the brightness envelops
me here in its glare

That promise of hope
which each new year brings
Echos crescendo
as unison sings

And the yellow that guided
me here to this place
is with radiance reflected
in the glow of my face

©Jemverse

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