May 7
On the small balcony,
they sit blanket wrapped,
just past midnight.
Earth smells of rain,
cloud dazzling secrets.
As he leans in,
not for a kiss,
but to give a piece
of his past
to her soul.
they sit blanket wrapped,
just past midnight.
Earth smells of rain,
cloud dazzling secrets.
As he leans in,
not for a kiss,
but to give a piece
of his past
to her soul.
:)
(18/F/rainy forest)
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