Post by Paul Adu (@PAULOLONDON001)

Tomorrow

Tomorrow leans quietly over the horizon,
a soft knock on the door of now.
It carries no promises—only possibilities,
folded like letters we haven’t opened yet.

It is the pause before a breath,
the hush before a curtain lifts,
the moment when the world resets
its scattered pieces into new shapes.

Tomorrow is not a guarantee,
but an invitation.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow leans quietly over the horizon,
a soft knock on the door of now.
It carries no pr...

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