Spoiler
@lalalucky thank you so much! But the thread is not ending just yet >.>
~ april 30th ~
39. cloudy sunrises painted with billowing birdsong
i hear it now.
the cacophony weaves itself
into a melody,
of sparrows, of crows, of seagulls,
of feathers.
it was listening all along,
floating behind the twinkling light,
under the searing, tenebrous dark.
like a match in the dark,
it is luminescent,
enough for me to
find my way home.
