jueves, julio 18, 2013

Wandering Again

Wandering again.

The clouds move in the sky,
The wind wispers sweet nothings in my ears,
The rain sings with me,
Thunder roars my wanting,

A new day shines every morning
and with it, every hope is anew.

Every breath gives comfort,
Every step a new way,
Every crossroad a new beginning.

Maybe I'll find my way.
Maybe, just maybe.

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