Crying alone is like rain on an untravelled road…

 Longing for shelter from a comforting hand, that will dry the tears of a long forgotten emotion.

A touch as soft as a budding rose, yet possesses the strength to hold together a broken soul.

Light hearted laugher that will bring a smile to the mask of sadness,

And allow the heaviness of the rain to disappear with the morning mist.

Trudi ’94


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