the suns out
the birds are chirping
flowers bloom
after the old ones wilt
and people rise to see each other
we all bask in the light of the new day
as the night has died
its a beautiful mourning
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 9:43 AM UTC
the suns out
the birds are chirping
flowers bloom
after the old ones wilt
and people rise to see each other
we all bask in the light of the new day
as the night has died
its a beautiful mourning
weird how such a slight word can change everything