The Fold-Out Cover

The rain slowly drips

Today summer’s life is dead

Now my new hope blooms

 

I will breathe for now

The fragrance of a new life

From sunrise to dusk

 

Mourning will grip time

Till these bloodstained hands let go

Being washed by grace

 

Storms will wash away

The scorched lands of emptiness

To bring hope’s promise

 

The rain slowly drips

Today summer’s life is dead

Now my new hope blooms

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  Jen Thompson wrote @

…i remember now.
you are gifted.


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