You can look up to the stars; they will still be there. Even in the brightest day, they’ll have a gift to share. The sand will still be there Of worlds that were washed up And swept here by the air. The sun will still streak across The painful memory of a loss And warm your heart.
Hey, Janae. I just hopped onto your journal and saw the verses you have there. Thought this might be an appropriate addition.
wow...i wish i could write poetry. sadly, its kind of like the "those who cant do, teach" only modified slightly. those who cant write poetry, read it like theres no tomorrow. lol thats me! you should post more of your stuff.
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Even in the brightest day, they’ll have a gift to share.
The sand will still be there
Of worlds that were washed up
And swept here by the air.
The sun will still streak across
The painful memory of a loss
And warm your heart.
Hey, Janae. I just hopped onto your journal and saw the verses you have there. Thought this might be an appropriate addition.
-Jeff.
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oh, and who wrote that?
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