The clouds though grey bring happy moments to life,
and my tears though sometimes are of joy,
roll down infinitely thinking of it,
all the happy moments there could have been. It misses the joy.
YOU ARE READING
Dance like the sun, sing like the moon
Poetry"No enjoyment and not sorrow is our destined end or way, But to act that each tomorrow can find us further than today."- A psalm of life collaborative collection of peoples thoughts and lifes My first book on wattpad Started on 27/01/2020
