The shape
of blissful thoughts
float like melodies
in the breeze
as limericks of love
to Nacy and me.
There's nothing left
but expectations
and wet sand
on melancholy evenings
beside listless tides
and lengthening shadows.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
The shape
of blissful thoughts
float like melodies
in the breeze
as limericks of love
to Nacy and me.
There's nothing left
but expectations
and wet sand
on melancholy evenings
beside listless tides
and lengthening shadows.