A sunrise
doesn’t always bring warmth.
A symbol of hope
doesn’t always give it.
The breath of the sun on my back
only reminds me how cold I am inside.
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Stories, poems, and more by Nathan Heard
A sunrise
doesn’t always bring warmth.
A symbol of hope
doesn’t always give it.
The breath of the sun on my back
only reminds me how cold I am inside.