The everyday hopes...
A new sunshine stud with blue dandelions and prayers,
made souls hope to witness magic, days after.
I slowly stepped out of my veranda mumbling,
on the stories of the previous hours that went disturbing.
But the innocent hues of the dawn helping me create a morning reverie.
This aesthetics made me long, long greedily for divinity....
made souls hope to witness magic, days after.
I slowly stepped out of my veranda mumbling,
on the stories of the previous hours that went disturbing.
But the innocent hues of the dawn helping me create a morning reverie.
This aesthetics made me long, long greedily for divinity....