Just smallest sunbeams peeking out
Greyed skies and pouring clouds
Not really summer now
But we're making this one ours
What's left after moonlit dark
Lit candles with fire's spark
And cuddling to friends-to-lovers arc
Feels like fall, but august does it's part
YOU ARE READING
paper poetry II
PoetryCalliope, Erato, Euterpe A little collection of rhymes and poems for you to read if you like. The collection is always growing. The refrenced books, music or films aren't mine, but inspirational. Second poetry book of my paper poetry.
