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)Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (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 (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
