Another Day

Another day for the
blazing memories,
twinkling stars
and moonlight.

There's hope for brighter rays of the sunlight,

Venus is where I live in optimism.

Another day for hatching eggs and sprouting buds.

There's joy walking into my morning,

the light is what I worship,

my best feeling.


Hohpraize.

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