Poems and Thoughts
The Rain
Eluded by the clouds, for what will be has come in its season. Entrapped in four walls of what none can be released from except time
March 2, 2022
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Eluded by the clouds, for what will be has come in its season. Entrapped in four walls of what none can be released from except time
Why did I ever stop? And there it goes again…… The silent whispers between my heart and my head. “It’s not going to be perfect”,
I turn to you every night…..that the world would not see the tears that drip from my cheeks. I reach to press my hands to