Where are the peaceful days? That were once filled with wonder, unexpected miracles and games. I pray their not be hide me. I search the tumbleweed torn desert for a bit of rain. Fall on an open spirit once again. Bring the roaring thunder, bring the charging wind. Until reality creeps in… And a painful truth sets in… There was never peace, I only experienced the clearing smoke of a cease fire.
Love always, Esha ❤