No matter how
big the storm is,
The sun
Still comes out the
next morning
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Hopeless soul
PoetryHope is never lost...yet it never seems to be there. -----/-/----- Hello beautiful people that are reading this now, hope you enjoy my book if you are nice enough to even open it but if you do I KNOW ITS NOT MAYA ANGELOU but i try and i hope I can...
Sun
No matter how
big the storm is,
The sun
Still comes out the
next morning
