Hope

Roselyn

But when it is time for the moon to rise.

To bring darkness upon the earth.

I think of better days.

I think of the sun.

Burning my skin.

Oh how it feels good.

To feel.

The pain.

Yet I am at peace.

For now.

Until the sun rises once more.

Then it begins a new.

  • Author: Roselyn (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 30th, 2018 20:08
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Sky_beautiful3811

    i really like your poem

    • Roselyn

      Thank you so much 🙂



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