Poetry It is my Escape February 3, 2016December 20, 2015 Laura Marie Clark2 Comments I dream of sunbeams So I can free myself from Winter’s icy chill Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailLinkedInTumblrRedditPinterestPrintLike Loading... Related
There is no stopping when it is time for the sun to come out. Just some patience. Liked the desperate and genuine way of expression here 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
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There is no stopping when it is time for the sun to come out. Just some patience. Liked the desperate and genuine way of expression here 🙂
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Thanks. 🙂 I don’t like the cold weather – I can’t wait for the sun!
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