Palabras Con Alas
- Apr 27, 2022
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Falling ~ By Yesenia Luna

It feels like I am falling.

Falling out of love.

Falling out of luck.

Falling into a deep depression.

Falling out of place.

Falling; never thriving.

But I know now that with time it’ll

all be just a passing phase.

They say the righteous fall seven

times but we always rise again.

Proverbs 24:16

©2022. Yesenia Luna for Palabras con Alas. All rights reserved.

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