Isn't Manhattan pretty
in the morning when she cries? The raindrops wash away the pain she can not hide The Angels spread their wings above the city's sky Allow us to reflect on the seasons of our lives Isn't Manhattan pretty sometimes when she cries?? As she stirs up our thoughts and brings in a new tide For the clouds are simply dancing Somewhere up above While I'm just down here splashing In my dreams and love Isn't Manhattan pretty especially when she cries??? I'm learning it pours hard right before the light 🗽💦☔️🌞💖🙏🏻🎀 #poet #look for the light #LivStrong
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AuthorOlivia has been writing poetry since the young age of 13. It was always a private passion of hers. However, after surviving cancer she decided to start sharing her work. It is important for her to connect with others going through a similar journey and hopefully provide some understanding and inspiration. #LivStrong Archives
August 2016
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