a familiar voice in a sombre day
is the sun that crisps the fallen leaves
and reddens them like embers
of a great fire
a familiar voice in a sombre day
is the rainbow of joy arched in the sky
colouring an ashen day
slumbering uneasily
a familiar voice in a sombre day
is the pleasant memory of a friend and face
entering a hopeless scene
in an act of life
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