• tricia789 5w

    To find happiness with in my soul again. Seems like a feat to lost to grasp. Lost is the wonder of it all. Nature once made me think of beauty and amazement of the possibility of more. Even in winter wonder I could find the wonder of all. Dark and dreary my soul cries out for more. Yet I know that one day I will search for all the wonder of it all again. Hurt has darkened my soul. Love lost never will I be the same. People Hurt each other with out care of another. Forgiveness and hope I realize must never die. Peace to all. My soul cries for