#WritcoPoemPrompt23
At the end of the tunnel,
There's always a light,
Sometimes soft, at times bright...

Often times in the royal suite,
Day dreaming about the artist needs,
Mary times with no commissions,
Musicians songs I would often listen...

It's wonderful and clear,
Knowing that sunshine is always near.

Gazing out of the window,
Hearing the wind,
As it blows through the window.

Sometimes seeing...