Melancholy monologue of times long gone
Promises of won’t be long
Dark fluffs swollen with imminent rain fall
brushing delicate fingers through grass
tickling out whispers of I miss you and please come back
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 3:24 PM UTC
Melancholy monologue of times long gone
Promises of won’t be long
Dark fluffs swollen with imminent rain fall
brushing delicate fingers through grass
tickling out whispers of I miss you and please come back
Request permission to use this poem