what once was is no more.
The sun rises magnificently.
the gray rain changes with us as we age.
the light on what is dead and at peace.
my breath comes out like mist, disappearing before my fingers.
as autumn nights set upon the day, the light is clear and sweet.
what was seen in daylight was not the same at night.
an angel on earth is beautiful in their own way.
we were on cloud 9.
the golden glitter,fairytale dust of treasures,forevermore yours