She does not wait, she moves,
stars winking in the satin sky,
grass soft in the rippling wind,
and her breath is warm, at last.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 9:02 PM UTC
She does not wait, she moves,
stars winking in the satin sky,
grass soft in the rippling wind,
and her breath is warm, at last.
I’m glad it’s summer
