Erased She comes from todays When nature allows her spirit With the body growing revival To cross the tumbling waves And stops the flows of regret To erase blotted yesterdays. Share thisPrintFacebookEmailTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by Stephanie Suh I write stuff of my interest that does not interest anyone in my blog. No grammarians, no copy editors, no marketers, no cynics are welcome. View all posts by Stephanie Suh