Midnight SkyMature

VictoriaDarling

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About the author: Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all. - Emily Dickinson »

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It may be confusing

All may seem lost

Darkness prevailing 

No matter the cost

 

But souls never wrinkle

Feelings don't die

After darkness comes light

Even in the midnight sky

The End

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