I was born in the ocean
where sea shells would...
An old butterfly wing
entangled in a web...
But soft does my heart break to see,
the beauty in your misery...
In My Eyes
Daddy...
I dream of a serene place
where the Earth's rotation slows...
Wonderment grows above in a form of colors,
sunshine washes over passing storm clouds...
Music and silence are polar opposites,
unable to harmonise...