They say it’s darkest before morning.
But how long does this darkness last?
Why does it seem like it’s always storming?
Will there be a change in life’s weather forecast?
Image, Nonfairytale, Poetry
life, poem, poetry
October 31, 2016 at 9:19 AM
Hope by now that weather has changed. Love you bunches!
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She Was a Girl First
By Lisa Lopez
One Writer's Heart
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