In the sky
as night passes
reflected dreams
swirling constellations
turn into bright colours
dying stars
we receive their light
upon the canvas above
In the sky
as night passes
reflected dreams
swirling constellations
turn into bright colours
dying stars
we receive their light
upon the canvas above
She smiled at me
I smiled at her
surrounding one another…
We all have something!
As each day passes
one wonders what possibilities await?
Decided.
In awe she shall be!