Cricket s call the dawn
Sun sets to horizon
Fog runs around
Kissing me with mists
And I looked up to see the sky
A pale tint of orange
A ray of hope
I may not have seen you now
But maybe in the morrow
Or the next
The sun never complains
To rise and to set
And I will be that
I am that hopeful soul
I will see you soon
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Words Orgasm Poetry
PoetryMature poetry Lines about love, Mid-30ish life, sex and random thoughts. Playful thoughts in the morning. Silly ideas at night. And a whole lot of everything over a steam of espresso.
