Try and try thrice again
and lo the storms of petty regretsthrough all their flash and special effects
leave but cold from drying raindrops
passed that and all the pain stops
time to pick things up and try again
Highest Love lone knowing who or when
Poetry by CrowRider
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Written on 2011-04-26 at 22:33
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