Jan 2013
Sunlight pours in;
and memories wash over me
of the sunsets bathing you
in sanguine tears.
and memories wash over me
of the sunsets bathing you
in sanguine tears.
Life is fluid, in cycles.
Hopes will rise, condense into fruition, and always a little rain must fall.
But hope will rise again.
Hopes will rise, condense into fruition, and always a little rain must fall.
But hope will rise again.
