endless nights of crying,
would resemble
a spring shower.
she will cry,
she will pour,
until she can cry
no more.
her screams,
would resemble
the sound of thunder,
a warning
to those around her.
she resembled a storm.
one that will pass by,
but leave behind
a beautiful scene.
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Morning After
ПоэзияDedication: This book is dedicated to all those who are hurting or have been hurt. We are all in this together, and no one will go through the hardships alone.
