Asked son to father “what creates
rain?”
Said father to son “let me see if I can
explain.”
So father thought for a moment and then
said
“The rain is from angels crying for a
lost soul who is dying.”
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Waves in Waves out The sun rises above it all The day has started Gulls take to the sky And yet Among all this Waves in Waves out Be lik...
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