The rural hours poached breaths off me,
Your shadow casts dark forests on my face
More closures than I can bear,
Something rouge has entered my airspace.
I’m harbouring arboreal love,
It stands stately, shared by you
Your kindness need not extend,
As wide as the wings of the Boeing do…
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 5:06 PM UTC
The rural hours poached breaths off me,
Your shadow casts dark forests on my face
More closures than I can bear,
Something rouge has entered my airspace.
I’m harbouring arboreal love,
It stands stately, shared by you
Your kindness need not extend,
As wide as the wings of the Boeing do…
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