17 July 2012
#Household @naaviie
In the crack of dawn, a small town sleeps, it's peace and calm and love. The windows closed, no light shows, not a sound, not a stir, not a dove.
In one shady corner, before the sun peeks, the darkness starts to break. A glow in a house, not as big as a mouse, a sign a person wakes.
The lights a bulb, it lets a glow, to make the purpose clear. It damps the dark, leaves it's mark, a shiny, happy tear.
For this one bulb, however small, not only the room it lights. It lights us whole, our very soul, and sets us on our lifelong flight.
However Small The Light • Opuss № I