It calls.A Poem by Sherry
Take a bow my friend,
And let these voices leave. This storm is close to the end. So let go - feel the relief. No fresh starts, no more pretend. Stare into the deep blue, Give in to the urge - jump. Sense will wash over you
© 2013 Sherry |
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Added on October 20, 2013 Last Updated on October 20, 2013 Author
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