photo by Breno Machado
There is light in every darkness” she said and turned her head towards the sky. She closed her eyes and I felt her power to grow.
The black monstreous clouds began to open the way for something so beautifull, that my eyes started to hurt.
There we were standing under the brightness of a new beginning. The last hope didn’t die…
This post was written for TLT:
https://only100words.xyz/2016/08/18/three-line-tales-week-twenty-nine/
always appreciate a post that has hope in it….nicely done….Gina
thank you 👍