Endure the stormy weather Things eventually come back together
Like veins bringing used blood back to the heart
You get a fresh breath after things fall apart
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These are my expressions of the memories that I keep. These things happened long ago but still make me weep. Some poems cut deep, but Life's not always a bleep.
I really like this one.
ReplyDeleteGood to hear. Hope it was an "upper," not a downer. Take care!
ReplyDeleteFYI: Picture is of Puerto Rico in February.