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Proud Sorrow
by Michelle Roufley A dew drop at the corner of my eye. Turns to gentle rain with a soft inward sigh. I lift my head, my face I won't hide. I lift my chin as a matter of pride The clouds burst, a flood coming down In sorrow I'll swim, but I will not drown. New author trying to see if writing is my calling. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |