April 25, 2025

nirvanahopemusic
Apr 25, 2025
1 min read

sweet April morning.

dew frosted windows arrange the sun's rays

so delicately,

shining through each droplet,

bouncing its glare from each wall of this golden,

wooded room.

searching...

for any corner of darkness;

nightshade lingering..

to put it away;

replace the gray

"meet back at dusk", she whispers..

"its my time to dance, today."

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