Fading away, parting as tears fall with a fear that there is no return, it starts to brighten up and slowly gets closer to a pure hope that the present will always be magical.
Only when she rises and turns, she feels the fresh rhythms, standing firmly, breathing deeply, she walks ahead, a half smile looking good on her face.
This is how i really wanted to begin, i will owe all my freshness of the coming year to you, wish you a year as creative as you are. 🙂 🙂 🙂
Fabulous! 🙂 And thank you for your lovely wishes.
Short and sweet 🤗
Ya-hoy! Thanks! 🙂
Yay-yay! Yay-hoy! 😀
Thanks dear friend.