03 Apr 2019
Honey-glazed biscuits, offered upon a platter, with a splash of salt along the rim, keep them grounded in reality. Not everything will come with ease, but the pleasantly blissful parts have them charmed enough to make do.
So this bricky duo takes to the bumpy road, smiles stretching their faces, as brilliant as the sun, as elegant as the moon. And, within the same atmosphere, they make their own sky, casting a prayer to the wind that is carried across fated oceans, swearing unto their faith:
For the future come.