The days cracked together in a beautiful mosaic display of days left silent to say,
Hope is always on its way..
Its easy to be in love with the stars n sky
When life gives u time to drift and lay
On the ground where the pulse can be felt inside its veins, knelt by its belt and drank from a stream blessing to pray.
We tend to stalk the wrong prey, its us who decides to stay away. From how many miles away, can we believe to contemplate of days left to worry less for the sake. Green grass gives the rash of understanding to scratch will pass, but the lessons learn are forever after.