sunny someday

it’ll be happiness riding on bánh ngọt to your taste buds while the light shines
lively spirits
contagious enough for the chorus to shout
but when the clOUd hangs
you’ll find gray tints in the eyes
they’re not alone
golden peaks and they’re not alone
the mirage of two prints scattered
behind closed doors
an anxious determination
outgrowing its restrictions
in her burning efforts
hands reach