Eclipse

Glancing in the clear glass mirror. Puddles of broken tears crash against the wooden floor boards.

2017: The eclipse year.

I was waiting for the right moment to see it. I did see it. With eclipse glasses, or with none. Even if I didn't glance at it. Those wispy delicate wings grow on me anyway. Keeping this secret can contains difficulty. I don't how long the wings can carry me, but I also don't know how the secret will.

Plus enjoy this book. I worked really hard on it😊
Art not mine! By a really good artist