#646-Heavy
08/05/2019
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Sometimes,
We bloom too early.
Covered by life,
Hard to bear.
Burdened and bending,
Reaching for a dreamt tomorrow,
In a reality barely understood.
Storms eventually pass.
Clouds dissolve.
Shivering feelings disappear.
Faith,
Lending a hand,
To greyness and doubt.
But it’s all so hard to believe,
When buried alive,
In snow.
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