There are seasons of tears and then laughter. There are clear blues skies, then the clouds and rain. When it rains, nature grows. Our tears may fall like raindrops and then our lips as if blooming flowers. In it ALL, I am grateful.
There are seasons of tears and then laughter. There are clear blues skies, then the clouds and rain. When it rains, nature grows. Our tears may fall like raindrops and then our lips as if blooming flowers. In it ALL, I am grateful.
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