The Darkest Days
By: Francis T.B. Serrano
The day are short the nights darker & there is no end in sight. How I long for the subtle hope that is a flicker of light amidts the darkest of nights.
The winter of my heart freezes the life and I long for the sliver of warmth from the intesity of a sun hidden away by the clouds of sorrow.
The depth of my soul is a shallow puddle compared to the longing of the ocean where te deapest and most rarest of jewels are hidden unattainable to all but by the one destined to hold it and show the world that my life and my purpose
Is To bring hope again.
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Wednesday, January 6, 2010
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