Author & Depressed House Husband
Posted on November 28, 2018 by Arsenio Franklin
A pleasant rain strikes my face
Warmth slowly runs down my cheeks
From my eyes flows a salty liquid
Coarse enough to cleanse all the pain, all the sadness, all the anger
Bringing hope, bringing laughter, bringing love
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