Sunlight dapples the leaves with liquid gold
If I close my eyes, I can just hear
The sweet unfurling of spring blossoms and their secrets yet to be told
And with a mouthful of forever, we will stay like this, my dear
I won't let go of you, my dear
Unsent
By angelofthanatos
"Write hard and clear about what hurts" - Ernest Hemmingway Poetry and drabble I've written for various peopl... More