Thursday, February 4, 2016

Well at least there's that!

If days are hard; when all I try
Brings doubt and fear and pain.
I quiet my mind, exhale a sigh;
Because poetry remains.
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  1. AlissaFebruary 4, 2016 at 10:51 AM

    Fickle a mistress though it seems sometimes...it *is* there whenever we reach for it. <3

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