Its all still.
The flowers, the trees, the wind.
And then you smile, bring it all to life,
bestowing happiness on others, the morning sunrise.
Its infinite.
Often gazing at the night sky, an endless universe stares back at me,
compelling me to question the purpose of being.
And then I see in your eyes, a reflection of me,
shadows of doubts disappear, trust and sharing is what I need.
The flowers, the trees, the wind.
And then you smile, bring it all to life,
bestowing happiness on others, the morning sunrise.
Its infinite.
Often gazing at the night sky, an endless universe stares back at me,
compelling me to question the purpose of being.
And then I see in your eyes, a reflection of me,
shadows of doubts disappear, trust and sharing is what I need.
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