magoski
Every morning begins like a held breath
like a dew trembling
like a
light too soft to promise anything.
The air hums of old songs,
and lovers who mistook silence for peace.
familiar, bittersweet, unsteady.
Every morning, someone forgets their sorrow
and another finds it on the street
Find a Penny
is what you say
Pick it Up
Lucky Day
when I ride that echo of yours
I stir my cup, You stir the sky,
Every morning, love begins again—
knowing it will end the same.
morning holds its breath—
for you
Favorite track: Every Morning (Live).
