The morning sun greets me with rays of light.
The greeting extends to the sea and then the sands.
Twilight bids farewell and the golden day begins.
I come from the land of eternal shadows and moons.
I have never seen a sunrise.
My emotions turn into tears that create rivers down my face.
This is joy multiplied by wonder with a dash of infinite awe.
My eyes capture the colors the suns paintbrush creates.
It's too much but then it isn't.
I burn away into ashes with this memory.
I awake again under the moons and stars of forever night.
Was it a dream?
Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 4:15 PM UTC
The morning sun greets me with rays of light.
The greeting extends to the sea and then the sands.
Twilight bids farewell and the golden day begins.
I come from the land of eternal shadows and moons.
I have never seen a sunrise.
My emotions turn into tears that create rivers down my face.
This is joy multiplied by wonder with a dash of infinite awe.
My eyes capture the colors the suns paintbrush creates.
It's too much but then it isn't.
I burn away into ashes with this memory.
I awake again under the moons and stars of forever night.
Was it a dream?
