An early summer morning.
Still dawn—the sun yet to rise.
The sky wears a deep shade of blue,
clouds lingering from yesterday’s rain.
Birds chirp softly in the distance,
and the wind carries a cool breeze through me.
Hair dancing with the air,
eyes still heavy with sleep,
I think about the day ahead.
A new day—
with the same goals,
and the same sweet-bitter memories.
Yet I begin again,
with hope quietly resting in my heart.
I keep walking my own path,
different from the ones around me.
Somewhere along the way,
the road became unfamiliar.
I turn back sometimes,
but see no one behind me.
Am I moving too fast,
or have I simply been left far behind?
Still, I walk forward
with hope for tomorrow—
planting seeds of flowers along the path,
for someone else to find in bloom one day.
6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 12:38 AM UTC
An early summer morning.
Still dawn—the sun yet to rise.
The sky wears a deep shade of blue,
clouds lingering from yesterday’s rain.
Birds chirp softly in the distance,
and the wind carries a cool breeze through me.
Hair dancing with the air,
eyes still heavy with sleep,
I think about the day ahead.
A new day—
with the same goals,
and the same sweet-bitter memories.
Yet I begin again,
with hope quietly resting in my heart.
I keep walking my own path,
different from the ones around me.
Somewhere along the way,
the road became unfamiliar.
I turn back sometimes,
but see no one behind me.
Am I moving too fast,
or have I simply been left far behind?
Still, I walk forward
with hope for tomorrow—
planting seeds of flowers along the path,
for someone else to find in bloom one day.