Written by Emily Harstone | April 7, 2017
T’was much brighter walking beside her.
Watching rain dance on the water.
The anguish in her heart, silenced
A Perfect Place For All Tears
The sky wasn’t crying, she was.
Concrete paths don’t disturb natural habit?
His sorrow unlike the storm, lingered.
To defeat your fear, embrace it.
Clear waters will obscure my rage.
Spring means galoshes, brellie, riverside ambles.
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T’was much brighter walking beside her.
Watching rain dance on the water.
The anguish in her heart, silenced
A Perfect Place For All Tears
The sky wasn’t crying, she was.
Concrete paths don’t disturb natural habit?
His sorrow unlike the storm, lingered.
To defeat your fear, embrace it.
Clear waters will obscure my rage.
Spring means galoshes, brellie, riverside ambles.