her face looked at me
from all sides and corners
of the writing paper
gentle as a ghost's reminder
I heard a subtle whisper say
There are no more
beautiful and clever things

And like the night
when the sky fades
I am ripped into my own desolation
and stirred into the agony
And as i see your face in everything
It's the most beautiful and clever thing

Velvety morning rise in the West.
Apricot-skin like, you appear.
While half moon is still here.
You announce the sun
to greet the moon before she goes.
To shine her tender light elsewhere.
Ocean waters change with your interplay.
Peaceful beach morning awaits.




Shell ✨🐚