Cry

Just wanted to share this poem from the past again!

Jennifer Calvert Author

The ground is green and prickly beneath her, it itches her skin, but the softness of it, quietens her mind, she breathes the air, fresh and clean. The sky looks down on her, she is insignificant in the day, the clouds roll across the blue, angry and grey. In a moment the clouds will begin to cry, mighty tears will fall. Down upon her face, to wash away her pain. image

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