the tortoise creeps under broken flower pots
like an ancient dragon guarding its lair
the cat lies on the cold concrete floor
a terrific hunter in its dream
it's always summer in this city
the girl sits under a tree reading
while the sun pours onto her brown locks
framing her face like a honeyed waterfall
anointing her with a golden halo
the boy looked at her
and wonder if he could ever breathe again in her presence
if he could ever be something more in her eyes
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 2:54 AM UTC
the tortoise creeps under broken flower pots
like an ancient dragon guarding its lair
the cat lies on the cold concrete floor
a terrific hunter in its dream
it's always summer in this city
the girl sits under a tree reading
while the sun pours onto her brown locks
framing her face like a honeyed waterfall
anointing her with a golden halo
the boy looked at her
and wonder if he could ever breathe again in her presence
if he could ever be something more in her eyes
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