a new day rises from what has come to pass, my heart fills with warmth from golden rays of sunshine, shining through the windows.
opening doors to new spaces always feels uncomfortable, gradually rooms unknown become familiar and take on new life with familiar colors of the past
painting the way to your future while thinking of what will be, a certain sadness had lingered upon the edge of my spirit
when thinking of all that has been and will be, many thoughts have been dedicated to pain
no more, for all is grey and new color is gladly accepted and welcomed
the songs of the birds outside the window bring distant memories of yesterday
happily delivering the new vision of today, as they accent a moment of silence with their loving calls
Oh, that is nice!
Oh, that is nice!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "