On evil nights, in one’s dark repose.

When all around the hell wind blows.

You’ll find this gift that few of know.

When harsh cuts of pouring rain,

punish the downspout’s drain.

Through a drop upon your window’s pane,

the fire light brings you back again.

Safe and warm inside your home.

The simple thought of this poem,

reminding you you’re not alone.

The sun will shine again.

About Eternal Verity - Future News Headlines
Second rate polymath, driven close to mad by the murky quagmire of agenda driven disinformation, playing in their muddied waters. More speaker than a writer, and more a reader than anything. More genial than I might appear. My special ability, being able to jump class, in a single bound (Up or Down) My love and concern is for my fellowman and the feeling human in us all.

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