Oct 2023
The air is fresh..
Smells of pines…
The night is dark…
Just the stars above…
Sitting next to you…
Our arms barely touching…
We talk thru the night…
Waiting for dawn….
Smells of pines…
The night is dark…
Just the stars above…
Sitting next to you…
Our arms barely touching…
We talk thru the night…
Waiting for dawn….
Written by
J Kharkongor Szabo
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