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Ligther than air, 'SORRIES'
jejune excuses for committed follies
novel ways can the mind devise
but easy are the ephermal 'LIES'
THEY can never repair the damage done
'declared etiquettes' with meaning undone
some sugary syrup in the salty seas
polished veneer on the sun dried leaves
an attempt to mollify the deep disgrace
a pecadillo hidden by a charming face.

So, sorry dear Mr. Sorry,
I shall use thee no more,
I'm sorry indeed, for YOU
and YOUR SORRIES for sure

Come July

Seventh month of the year,
Of seventh year, is here,
Flashes of sunshine, and droplets of rain,
But, does rain always signifies some pain,
It is the rain of abundance, of smiles,
Of washed away tears,
Of happiness pulling you close,
And away from fears,
It's here for you, embrace it,
Rejoice it, do not leave it mere.