sunlight speaks in hushes
the morning tiptoes in,
not with fanfare,
but with golden fingers
pulling the night off your shoulders.
you don’t need to be ready yet.
you just need to breathe.
the world can wait
while you sip the silence.
the sun already believes in you.
isn’t that enough for now?
not with fanfare,
but with golden fingers
pulling the night off your shoulders.
you don’t need to be ready yet.
you just need to breathe.
the world can wait
while you sip the silence.
the sun already believes in you.
isn’t that enough for now?