Thursday, January 10, 2019

Believe It

There is a light
playing upon the darkened water
and living colors
skimming across the blackened creek


There is a hope
wandering across a desert of despair


and grace finding her way
over and through a briar patch of pain

And there is Always... 
there is always life dancing upon death

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