the sky drips purple slow and wide
a river of clouds where secrets hide
the wind hums songs i almost know
through trees that shiver soft and low
the world exhales in golden light
then folds itself into the night
shadows dance on walls of glass
echoes of days that softly pass
i walk alone yet not afraid
among the colors sunlight made
a quiet pulse beneath my chest
reminds me life is still a quest
and though the night may stretch too long
i carry hope i carry song
for even in the fading hue
the world keeps spinning bright and new
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 3:31 PM UTC
the sky drips purple slow and wide
a river of clouds where secrets hide
the wind hums songs i almost know
through trees that shiver soft and low
the world exhales in golden light
then folds itself into the night
shadows dance on walls of glass
echoes of days that softly pass
i walk alone yet not afraid
among the colors sunlight made
a quiet pulse beneath my chest
reminds me life is still a quest
and though the night may stretch too long
i carry hope i carry song
for even in the fading hue
the world keeps spinning bright and new
