THE COOLDOWN everything piled into the drought has been wiped away some evenings and mornings feel cool and a whispering small rain rains down our fallen hope lifts itself up but what we have lost into the world remains grounded
THE COOLDOWN everything piled into the drought has been wiped away some evenings and mornings feel cool and a whispering small rain rains down our fallen hope lifts itself up but what we have lost into the world remains grounded