Mauve evening descends
gently taking the day down
below the dark world
forgetting the day
is quiet and softly still
pink clouds overhead
driving home tonight
glad for the little pleasures
given me today.
Tomorrow I’ll rise
in the newness of morning
given me each day.
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The Quote Box
If you shut up truth and bury it under the ground it will but grow and gather to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts through it will blow up everything in its way.
— Emile Zola J ‘accuseThe Cat Cam
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