Everyday I pray for a new sunrise, only to find that not everything is filled with light.
Only the things filled with the abyss of love know true hope, and pray not only for the the new sunrise, but for a bright horizon. To swallow me whole.
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Sun, Moon, and Stars
PoetryThis is a book of non/poetry A book of my thoughts, my feelings, and my everyday life. This started out about me but, now means so much more, this is for you, all of you. Thank you for making my wildest dreams come true!♥️ #961 in poetry, 2-8-18!
