Jun 2019
summer buries her
golds and yellows,
opens her soulful eyes;
the running clouds
whisper to the day,
write love notes on the
parchment sky,
you remember our love,
brush my lips with
a kiss of rose.
golds and yellows,
opens her soulful eyes;
the running clouds
whisper to the day,
write love notes on the
parchment sky,
you remember our love,
brush my lips with
a kiss of rose.
