
When seasons change
The fire-birds come.
Their wings spread over
the sky of skies.
And little bellies carry the sun’s rock
from- realms of angels.
To break the sunset-
with the morning. ~your Kindness sister 🙂

When seasons change
The fire-birds come.
Their wings spread over
the sky of skies.
And little bellies carry the sun’s rock
from- realms of angels.
To break the sunset-
with the morning. ~your Kindness sister 🙂