From The Dumps To Cloud Nine

The dusk begins once the buoyant, idyllic hours of the morning are over, As a whirlpool of apprehension devours us whole for the morrow. The aurora begins once the saudade, pensive hours of the night get their final closure, No more ghastly delusions where we’re wallowing in our sorrow. The beam of light paves itsContinue reading “From The Dumps To Cloud Nine”

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