a fresh morn.
Father, father, it’s another day,
a newer day!
these wooden means pointing to the open sky,
to the infinite that our human eyes
couldn’t fathom, or soar to
lulls our desires, our boiling blood
to forget the past, and move on
to a newer day,
a fresh morn!
Seems like you are good at cliking pix Indira, and inspiring too. Thanks for this one here.☺