Shadows shy, day ascends,
Hope wanes, doubt condemns.
Laughter fades, replaced by sighs,
Tears welling, dreams denied.
In dawn's reproach, light resides,
Hope rekindled, doubt subsides.
Laughter's echo stirs a smile,
Tears transform, dreams worthwhile.
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Carol Davis
I'm a professionally trained artist and photographer with a writing habit. Expect a little of everything, but I focus on the fiction. My work is known to have a little bit of a David Lynch feel to it, so I hope you Enjoy!
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