If only I could find a fitting title.
It's A Poet's Journal
Tuesday, October 25, 2016
Easier Said than Done
it's just a looming cloud overhead,
or a rain that brings a shallow flood,
becoming a typhoon that
washes your entire city away.
If you can look past that wreckage,
to see that we're all just a drop of rain
in the bucket at the end of the day;
Maybe someday you'll be able to see the sun again.
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