bare feet on
warm pavement,
white blooming hawthorn,
the audible hum of honeybees,
black bats silhouetted against
piercing fiery blue, hot air
thick with perfume,
birdsong and pollen
tonight I fell in love
with the fullness
of the moon
the roses
and the sky.
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 12:54 AM UTC
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