A poem.
I woke up before the sun,
So that I could watch her rise.
There’s a change in my horizon,
Like the color of the skies.
The riddle of the stars,
And the fable of the night.
The love story of the moon,
A poem.
I woke up before the sun,
So that I could watch her rise.
There’s a change in my horizon,
Like the color of the skies.
The riddle of the stars,
And the fable of the night.
The love story of the moon,
Searching for magic and living for love. Stories unfolding from the strands of time lived. Adventure awaiting in the sands of an hourglass.