your voice
is the floating
pennywhistle
below the wind.
behind my
eyes, I live
and lie waiting
with your
good company.
your breath
is a moon
for my tide.
my body
is a shaded
leaf
without sense
of you.
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 12:42 PM UTC
your voice
is the floating
pennywhistle
below the wind.
behind my
eyes, I live
and lie waiting
with your
good company.
your breath
is a moon
for my tide.
my body
is a shaded
leaf
without sense
of you.