As water flows and rain pours, a storm brews overhead
Breaking apart hearts and flooding lives with mixed emotions.
it cascades dread, hope, and regret. Filling our hands with a cloud of confusing colors as we sort through our lives.
And hope that the right choices will break through and turn the grey sky's sunny again.
it cascades dread, hope, and regret. Filling our hands with a cloud of confusing colors as we sort through our lives. River, its flow, hard choices. river as a symbol...... very fine poem dear poetess. tony
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a fine poem, P. O. R. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks