On The Whims Of A Shooting Star
If all our dreams
Rested upon the whims
Of a shooting star,
Would we not be strutting about,
Twirling our destinies
And playing Β tunes
That sound the sweetest
To our untaught ears?
And yet
If all our dreams
Rested upon the whims
Of a shooting star,
Would we ever know
How sweet is the gentle fragrance
Of the dawn,
That leaves behind a stormy night ?
Beautiful as always!ππ
Oh wow! You’re too good.
Thanks so much for reading and appreciating π
Beautiful as always!ππ
Thanks so much π
Beautiful
Thank you so much π
Wowwww! Simply wowwwww! So profound. π
If wishes were comets… But then what about the wonders that we never wished for? Beautiful as always Ma’am!
Thanks so much Sai.. π