For every tear that falls, there's a hug that awaits.
And every dark moment has it's light.
Any crimson betrayal has it's forgiveness.
All of the silent words can be heard.
When all these breaths seem wasted,
I think of you, and know there is hope.
Poet: Tamara Eleonora Poli
read: 10253 times Rating:Date: 29 April, 2008
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