under the sky blue in my view of you
the wind running through the grass
no sight of the past
only in this present presence of you.
Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 1:05 AM UTC
under the sky blue in my view of you
the wind running through the grass
no sight of the past
only in this present presence of you.
The colors pop their eyes out at me, knowing that love streams the air around us. and their peddles move and sway in the wind, giving a source of direction for where our future plans might have flown away to.
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