The awakened sun shines through the curtains
Sending sunbeams to dance on my cheeks and run their fingers through my hair
My eyes reluctantly opened, dazzled by their glory
My bones creaked in a language long forgotten
And my skin tingled at the touch of
beginning again.
From: Hanako
To: The neverending night
YOU ARE READING
letters unsent.
PoezjaI'm going to fall a lot before I learn to fly. (The recent poems are better.) -------- .˚ ᵎ┊͙ ⋆*☁️ ⓒ fallen-spector
