new beginnings
are hard to see
when the dark is close, smothering, comforting.
but the moon is falling
and the stars are weary
so we know, with regret for the loss of the night we call gentle, that morning must come soon.
and when the sun peeks out from the hills, and dawn whispers hello,
we can be sure that another miracle has arrived — the miracle of one more sunrise.
– arw
That was so pretty *sniffle*
Thanks! Glad you think so, Julia! ♥
Beautiful. <33
Thank you! ♥
Wow, so beautiful.
♥ Thank you, dear!
that was absolutely gorgeous!
Thank you! ♥
This word picture is beautiful! I enjoyed reading it!
Thank you, Kaitlyn! I am glad to hear that. =)