Oct 2023
My lover’s hair is caught up in the wind’s path
And begins to interweave.
The breeze is caught up in each strand
And begs desperately not to leave.
And begins to interweave.
The breeze is caught up in each strand
And begs desperately not to leave.
im in such a different point in my life now than i was when i posted my older poems. holysh**
