jammns

POST SCRIPT OF A DREAM : The darkness so deep, (I) cannot write. Flying night fades (while) the day arrives. Colors cloud the sky, the same as my long-sleeve shirt. (smile) The pink transforms to firey orange and gulls (reflect) and play in the river below, an echo of the scene. tell me: is SERENITY a feeling or something (you) can see? Life is happening no matter… the return of the bursting dawn PS: I smile while you reflect.