The day is pale, the sun an oyster in the sky clouds have hidden everything, words come out to play, echoing voices of a soul adrift in oceans of time, weary after climbing deserts of mirages, empty handed lost. The day is pale, the sun an oyster in the sky clouds have hidden everything, words come out to play. The search for something. #seekingthroughwriting #tejaswiniaura #365days365quotes #yqspecial #yqbaba #findmequote #newwritersclub
