A beautiful poem. Thanks to the Poet’s Peace for his reblog.. But this was so good I had to share it too. ❤
Don’t go back to your old ways,
Try to get out of that mud,
There is love and light for you to grow,
You are still an about to bloom bud,
Hands folded, head held high,
You have to forget your heart’s cry,
When something and someone is pure,
It is rewarded for sure,
Let the times be obscure,
You have to hear past the tumultous,
The sound of nature,
It bestows the real things the strength to endure;
Even if your heart is breaking into a zillion pieces,
Just let the rivers of pain flow,
Because days and nights keep shifting,
But always after the darkness,
We feel the sunrise’s glow.
Emerging From The Dark Night 
A glorious poem Deb, thanks for the share….. How did you go in those dreadful hailstorms ??
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Managed to escape hail damage thanks to my car insurance co warning, Ivor…watched it with awe from a safe spot. Been cleaning up the yard today it shredded leaves but apart from that no other damage…💖
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Thank you Deb, the damage looked bad on TV, nice to know you’re ok 💙😊🌏
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It was intense Ivor and a lot of people had serious damage to cars and property. Thanks so much for your love and concern. Hope you have a peaceful night. I’m just off to bed.
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Same here Deb… nite nite ..sleep well xx
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