Facing sun Rolling clouds, over sun, over hills and through my window like a slap in the face dispelling the dark inside- it is difficult holding onto righteous pity in the face of sun. Advertisements Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
