Isabella shook her head-
Looked up towards the sky.
If I ever believed in death; she said-
I will certainly die.
Many ways to hate; I said,
But only one way to love.
This is not the end of the world,
We could see it from above.
An ode to the twilight my friend,
There is a hole-
In my dream, I'd dreamt
She opened her eyes,
Not a minute too soon-
The world’s not yet in bloom,
The morning star-
Still sheds my skin,
A new chance-
Of what has been.
Beautiful poem gorra so simple and yet so profound, i wish you today to find that guiding star in the path you have taken, that it will lead to a blooming world. One love 🐋🐧 grattis