When I was lost, dried, cracked in that desert. YOU were that waterfall that restored and cleansed me. The wind that blew, carrying me that extra mile. YOU were the drum the beat in my heart. Which helped me do things I can’t. You were that tear the one that rolled slow, not so bitter.Continue reading “YOU”
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Smith Shine Poetry 