The rain is gentle
even in the city you can find the sky.
Smile when it helps, cry when it hurts.
Broken hearted again, loving you still.
A past shadowlike underfoot.
I wish you were here,
I'd tell you all about it.
Even in the city the sky can find your face.
Jayden’s Mum had read him Beowulf, that Lady poem about shallots and the
Narnia Chronicles and she knew what happened to the children of those men
wh...
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