Dec 2016
Stars shine on the wrinkling water
ending a journey of billion years
far across the universe
voids, dusts and many hidden secrets
you are the same
if the yesterday is gone
Stone rocks and tropical trees
made their way to glorify dusk
greeting to birds, wind and our kind kids
beauty isn't what light or the dark
you are the same
if tomorrow is gone
Glorious sun shine for himself
Lighting the Alps blue and green
Even though the lake my breath touch
Caught only to star strikes
you are the same
if you live for now
© shanikayrs
ending a journey of billion years
far across the universe
voids, dusts and many hidden secrets
you are the same
if the yesterday is gone
Stone rocks and tropical trees
made their way to glorify dusk
greeting to birds, wind and our kind kids
beauty isn't what light or the dark
you are the same
if tomorrow is gone
Glorious sun shine for himself
Lighting the Alps blue and green
Even though the lake my breath touch
Caught only to star strikes
you are the same
if you live for now
© shanikayrs
After 26 years of life, I see dusk and the dawn mean more than ever, silence around you speak much sharp than all the words you hear. I wondered why writers don't write about macros. Yes they have explode
or expanding. Thus they won't see a bound, or a line or a sign of light themselves to stop
or expanding. Thus they won't see a bound, or a line or a sign of light themselves to stop
