You pull me into the circle
and spin me around
and we dance to the buskers beat
You pull me into the circle
and my laughter joins the sounds
and I try not to step on your feet
You pull me into the circle
and dip me right down
and soon, our lips, they meet
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
Poetry// Petrichor // // 🌏 the pleasant smell of earth after rain💧// Est. 2014 ~ 20.. Copyright LittleAussieDreamer (Alannah Mills) 2020
