A dim glow can always be ignited.
A broken heart can always be fixed.
A lost soul can always be found.
It might get dark, but the sun's bound to rise again.
Even in loneliness, we can always find company.
Tears can bring joy.
Hate can become love.
One good deed can bring a lifetime opportunity.
It all goes down to how you want yours to be.
And I chose mine a long time ago.
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A new beginning.
~It's never too late; Never say never~
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'Silent' Clouds.
Poetry¶Words have no meaning, unless you make them, turning them into a spontaneous overflow of rhythm¶ ¶A string of broken pieces interwoven into into poetry. Broken symphonies, turned into poetry¶
