Dewdrops

See the dewdrops on the heather
Then the skies wont seem so grey
Hold on tight to things that matter
Help you get through stormy days
For the skies wont all be darkened
Nor the sun forever hid
If you hold to what’s important
And reduce the fucks you give.

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Author: agw

Amateur poet and writer who aspires to write more...

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