They disturbed the earth with their presence, blinded the sun with their shine. Unite sisters that have been adorned by the heavenly divine. They came to win, everytime. Their speech was like beautiful music, a tune you can rewind. A smile from their lips a picture you can keep in your mind. As they dance across your frequencies moving evolving over time. .
.
I wrote this after another morning of sullen faces and silence. What happened to a general ‘morning’s or a bright good afternoon’s?
.
Then I remembered we are all dancing to our own tune. .
© W O R D B E R R Y
.
.
FOLLOW | COMMENT | ❤ | CLICK THE LINK IN BIO.
T H E F R E Q U E N C Y:
Published by