![]() It Will All Be AlrightA Poem by Dindella
In a place where there are no oceans, there is no water, there is no rain
To wash the pain Away. There is not a lake To seal my promises Nor ice for hearts to break. And in this place as dry as tears There is no silent fears. . . For the voice that clenches My silent throat is full of thanked New Years. This hollows day, this hollows eve, This wicked Christmas time, Give thanks to the giving of a cool summers breeze, And delight in being fine. © 2014 DindellaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() DindellaRuther Glen, VAAboutHi, hello. You can call me Dindy, but close friends call me Dellz. Please don't call me Dellz unless you fit under the second category. I will probably mostly write poetry and the concessional blurb o.. more..Writing
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