Black asphalt
Damp bicycle tires
Sparkling trees
The whole of the street scene is blurry and softened
As though covered in a layer of oil paint
The barefoot laughing, no-longer-dry-mouthed children are dancing in backyards
Kicking up mud and dirt with reckless abandon
We dream of moments like these
So soft they live on in memories
Like down feathers on strong wide wings
Sweet-smelling, heather-scented moments
These moments of gentle, dawn-colored rain
Can you feel how your withered heart opens up?
It's ready to heal
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
Black asphalt
Damp bicycle tires
Sparkling trees
The whole of the street scene is blurry and softened
As though covered in a layer of oil paint
The barefoot laughing, no-longer-dry-mouthed children are dancing in backyards
Kicking up mud and dirt with reckless abandon
We dream of moments like these
So soft they live on in memories
Like down feathers on strong wide wings
Sweet-smelling, heather-scented moments
These moments of gentle, dawn-colored rain
Can you feel how your withered heart opens up?
It's ready to heal