you sweep in a like a gust of leaves
turning my head and commanding my eyes
which are now firmly pinned to your rustling rhythm
a crisp distraction
the type that lingers on...
for days...
nights...
weeks...
unwilted by time
preserved in my mind
a renaissance of the heart and soul
a beautiful, crisp distraction
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
you sweep in a like a gust of leaves
turning my head and commanding my eyes
which are now firmly pinned to your rustling rhythm
a crisp distraction
the type that lingers on...
for days...
nights...
weeks...
unwilted by time
preserved in my mind
a renaissance of the heart and soul
a beautiful, crisp distraction
Sometimes its the small victories
