Sunlight pours in;
and memories wash over me
of the sunsets bathing you
in sanguine tears.
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 2:04 PM UTC
Sunlight pours in;
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.
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