POEM: Instantaneous Change of Fortune Posted on July 31, 2020 by B Gourley The muddy cotton clouds that shouted threats of rain — packed in shouldering crowds, oh, will they, won’t they drain? I blinked and they had ripped, growing a gap of blue. How quickly fates were flipped, and sun was shining through. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc.PrintWhatsAppMoreShare on TumblrTweetRedditEmailLike Loading... Related
love that and the surprises the day brings like this. 🙏
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