Darkness cloaks the sun
In moments like this one
We live to survive
Our joys deprived
Tomorrow seems like a fairytale
The past a disaster full scale
Yet in the dark
We see the mark
A mark of hope
That allows us to cope
When all is lost
And tempest tossed
We see a chance
And risk the glance
To see the sun
Before our days are done
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If I Had A Nickel
PoetryPoems of hopes, determination, and the words inside my head...