Aug 2020
there’s solace in syllables,
humming as you write them,
their slight vibrations signal warmth.
fondness gives it life
and, in turn, is mountainous
in splendor.
this might be what love is.
humming as you write them,
their slight vibrations signal warmth.
fondness gives it life
and, in turn, is mountainous
in splendor.
this might be what love is.
something short and non-descript, just to shake the dust off and maybe inspire something else
