Rain Ever Pouring
The rain against the rooftop,
Ever pouring.
The wind perhaps will never stop,
Ever roaring.
But our hopes and dreams will get through it all,
Ever soaring.
Our hopes and dreams will survive the fall,
And thrive despite the storming.
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Poetry for the Soul
PoetryAll original poems by me that I've dug up from who-knows where and decided to do something with. Some are funny, some are dark, some are deep, and some are just a whole new level of random. Enjoy.
