Every twilight
sky crochet orange dress
traces of the sun embroider the wounds
on the horizon of the soul.
The wind whispers about wandering
the sinking light
but never give up.
In the arms of the night
stars sculpt stories
fragments of plucked dreams
from the dark web.
And the moon
silver boat in the black sea
deliver the prayers that are left behind
on the edge of silence.
Every dawn is a promise
which is unlocked
shed light
on the wall of hope.
He didn't run from the dark
but light a candle
in the heart of emptiness.
Let us be like morning
repainting destiny
on the canvas of life.
Because behind the shadows
hidden little paradise
who calls home.
