bring me back to
pulps of milkweed
floating in the
wind
bring me back to
the night we all
took shelter in the barn.
the storm that shook
god off his feet.
the laughter we shared.
these tender
memories,
are tinged with
palpable heartache
and nostalgia.
i crave
the unspoken
synchronicities
of us all.
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 8:16 PM UTC
bring me back to
pulps of milkweed
floating in the
wind
bring me back to
the night we all
took shelter in the barn.
the storm that shook
god off his feet.
the laughter we shared.
these tender
memories,
are tinged with
palpable heartache
and nostalgia.
i crave
the unspoken
synchronicities
of us all.
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