The numbers add up to an odd
Evens the chronology and a sequence they form
The light reaches where the dark dwells
It's hard to count the number of stars and the stories they tell.Oh dear, wanna hear what the voice says
It's a rhyme when the clouds dance with rays
There are numbers to count in them too
How many skies, clouds and sun's we drew?
YOU ARE READING
Idyllic
PoetrySerene. Enchanted. Radiant. Hazy. Moonlit. Daydream. Es un destino que colorea todas las bóvedas de un corazón. El corazón que alguna vez fue de color lila.