DawnA Poem by Amy D. Brooks
The evening came and went,
And I survived. The darkness fell over, But I rolled the stars away, I painted the morning, I made it through the night, And was the first to see the dawn. © 2013 Amy D. BrooksReviews
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3 Reviews Added on September 19, 2012 Last Updated on November 6, 2013 Tags: alcoholism, sobriety, recovery, hope, strength AuthorAmy D. BrooksPortland, ORAboutPerpetual underestimation inflicts nothing but the constant ability to impress. more..Writing
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