Deep in sorrow, sharp in pain, with hopes for a better tommorow. And for the never ending rain to go away. So mabe the burnt soul may feel as if its at a sunny day, at the bay for a day.
Friday, December 7, 2012
Another Poem
Floating down a river, calmly at first. than it became a rush. Soon tossing and turning. And out of control. Soon the calm would come. But before or after the waterfall
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