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