where the stars blink their eyes,
where the clouds cry and flow to run dry,
sometimes blue sometimes gray,
the shades change with phases of day,
where the sun gazes at the moon shy,
I wonder if those skies have eyes.
Eyes
Writings
Writings
where the stars blink their eyes,
where the clouds cry and flow to run dry,
sometimes blue sometimes gray,
the shades change with phases of day,
where the sun gazes at the moon shy,
I wonder if those skies have eyes.
I am a Doctor, an enthusiast Writer, a Blogger and a Mommy Blogger I believe Writing can take to places unimaginable. It's mostly around and within me which inspires me to write. Philosophy interests me. View more posts
C’est magnifique !
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