Brave As seasons change, Friends drift away. Here goes another day. April to May. It's gonna be okay. As long as we have each other. It doesn't matter about our color. We're in this together. Like birds of a feather. It doesn't matter about the weather. We must have hope. We must be brave. And walk along the path that we've paved.
Poem by me. (@AutumnAutie.) "Be Brave." - Autumn
