
Even the birds seem to know This morning has a promise Soft blindfold of night falls away This is the time when light Shows everything just as you dreamed it would be Tomorrow has come around Carried on a breeze light enough To float away memories
"The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls" Picasso
Even the birds seem to know This morning has a promise Soft blindfold of night falls away This is the time when light Shows everything just as you dreamed it would be Tomorrow has come around Carried on a breeze light enough To float away memories