There was once a story I read, but didn’t know
Clear were the words, yet I walked comfortably past
It is nearly humorous.
It is nearly sad.
Smokey head tilted my way with a grin
Where was my mind
Lifted high with the light, afternoon wind?
That I could not feel the echo of his smile pull at my lips
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 10:55 AM UTC
There was once a story I read, but didn’t know
Clear were the words, yet I walked comfortably past
It is nearly humorous.
It is nearly sad.
Smokey head tilted my way with a grin
Where was my mind
Lifted high with the light, afternoon wind?
That I could not feel the echo of his smile pull at my lips