LVII

100 15 1
                                    

She pulls away, and my lips tingle.
I regain my composure
The feeling returns to my hands.
She smiles, and her eyes sparkle.
Silence sweeps over us
Like fog bushes over a lake
After sunrise.
I take a deep breath

HerHikayelerin yaşadığı yer. Şimdi keşfedin