Promises … what we want and what we need are often two different things. Whispersin the echo of time.Promisesin the shades of the night.In the shadowsit started,and with lightit ended.The flower cannot growin the promise of rain,it would wither in hopefor a rainy day. ~ Iva 14 April 2023 In Poetry Hope Poetry Promises ← Previous Post Next Post → Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Add me to your newsletter and keep me updated whenever you publish new blog posts
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