#920-Hope
Dawn.
Staring,
Waiting,
Anticipating,
Those magical seconds.
Silence,
Stirs the soul.
Hope emerges,
From somewhere unknown,
The first rays appear,
As orange slowly fades.
It’s time to melt,
Into a beautiful day.
Dawn.
Staring,
Waiting,
Anticipating,
Those magical seconds.
Silence,
Stirs the soul.
Hope emerges,
From somewhere unknown,
The first rays appear,
As orange slowly fades.
It’s time to melt,
Into a beautiful day.