She held in her hands
a bluebell sky
as it drizzled
out between her fingers
I clasped them
As if to stem the flow
and we carried
those summer days
wherever we went
until each
and
every
drop
was spent
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC
She held in her hands
a bluebell sky
as it drizzled
out between her fingers
I clasped them
As if to stem the flow
and we carried
those summer days
wherever we went
until each
and
every
drop
was spent
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