The sun pulls back the heavy velvet of the dark,
Not with a whisper, but with a sudden, golden flare,
Igniting the dew until the grass is a field of fallen stars.
This is the moment the world holds its breath🥰🥰🥰
The sun pulls back the heavy velvet of the dark,
Not with a whisper, but with a sudden, golden flare,
Igniting the dew until the grass is a field of fallen stars.
This is the moment the world holds its breath🥰🥰🥰