Last night’s stains
Forever engrained
A treasured recollection
24 hours pure perfection
Sweaters dry and dull
Resulting from a washing lull
I know you from sight
That dusty night
A sweet exhalation escaping
Clothesline laundry draping
Words sweet and fuzzy
Warmth behind eyes, dustly
I know you from touch
A little linger never clutch
I finish the basket folding
Thoughts already molding
And think of tomorrow
All the other days not a sorrow
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 4:31 PM UTC
Last night’s stains
Forever engrained
A treasured recollection
24 hours pure perfection
Sweaters dry and dull
Resulting from a washing lull
I know you from sight
That dusty night
A sweet exhalation escaping
Clothesline laundry draping
Words sweet and fuzzy
Warmth behind eyes, dustly
I know you from touch
A little linger never clutch
I finish the basket folding
Thoughts already molding
And think of tomorrow
All the other days not a sorrow
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