After Love's stormA Poem by butterflyI am not consumed depression I forget you His compassions never fail He is the true prince of the best fairy tale the only dream come true Yet real new mornings come every day with a new heart healed with divine grace and faith we are more than flesh and bone not meant to eternally mourn but to find the way to dance through the fire and retire after love’s storm © 2024 butterfly |
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