Opening and closing,
No clarity disclosing.
Moving without a plan in sight,
Wondering what will come on this night.
I say "goodbye"
I release my sigh,
But this breath of fresh air has not yet begun -
And in what way, will this harm or nourish my lung?
Frost comes,
And then goes -
Is in between ever known?
Ice moves to water,
River moves to sea -
But my own transition is unknown to me.
I shed old clothes,
I watch new shows -
But the flowers around me twinkle and say -
"You are yet to arrive,
At a whole new day"
Words by Sylva Rose ©
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 5:05 AM UTC
Opening and closing,
No clarity disclosing.
Moving without a plan in sight,
Wondering what will come on this night.
I say "goodbye"
I release my sigh,
But this breath of fresh air has not yet begun -
And in what way, will this harm or nourish my lung?
Frost comes,
And then goes -
Is in between ever known?
Ice moves to water,
River moves to sea -
But my own transition is unknown to me.
I shed old clothes,
I watch new shows -
But the flowers around me twinkle and say -
"You are yet to arrive,
At a whole new day"
Words by Sylva Rose ©
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