To see
To stop and go
To move and slow
To see or feel
To start without a deal
The world turns
The scenery burns
In ashes of what to see
In the glory found beyond the sea
Is it a moment that can be measured
Is it a voice that can be lessened
The movement moves
Without earning its grooves
One day to shine onto the other
One night to wake to no bother
To see is a mystery
To wait is the history
Until the eyes tire
The shape shifts in its entire
Walking another day
To see, to listen what can I say
Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~




Beautiful words and photo 🙏