For too long, all I have seen is the gray
of everyday.
even when it's not
raining.
but why should I remain here
holding tight to nothing
but fear.
fear that says there is no life
in the gray
perhaps not
but there is life
and love
and living
after it rains.
There might come a day when it will
but today, its not raining
what a beautiful thing
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Letters to the Old Soul
PoetryThis book was written for the girl with an old soul. my journal full of memories and stories; These poems are honest and true of the wonders and scary things that occur in life as one grows older. These are the documents that illustrate the evolutio...
