A.M. Ream Poetry · August Writing Challenges · Poetry

Paradise Found

paradise

They found each other at the end of the wilderness, dust coating their shoes, 
faces tanned and lined with age, each person carrying the knowledge gained only
through the pain of loss yet never failing to hope
for paradise after the desert, calm after the storm.

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