The streets are brightest
when it is quiet
like the early morning
when natures memory wakes you
when your thoughts
wander free in light
just before the anticipation
is coming
of what you know
Day 3764, memory.
Daily picture, PoetryThe streets are brightest
when it is quiet
like the early morning
when natures memory wakes you
when your thoughts
wander free in light
just before the anticipation
is coming
of what you know
And in the quietest moment, our inner light shines the brightest, I feel..☀️😄☀️