• chasetheroad 5w

    When the clouds and storms had passed
    I knew that this would never last
    The magic of that week we spent
    We didn’t know just what it meant
    It lasted eight more months you see
    And then she drifted back to sea
    To another soul, another storm
    Another cloudy gray art form
    Storms can heal and they can destroy
    They can bring fear and they can bring joy