The Day I Ran Away
Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Bright
There is hope.
Sometimes the spark of it is small,
But there it is.
And there might be peace.
And there might be joy.
But there is always hope.
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