I love the way you nose turns red
From the winter's nip
I love the way your hair is whipped
From a winds gust
I love the way your suit is ruffled
After a night is spent
I love the smell of wood on your clothes
After a day spent outside
I love the smell of sweat you have
After you cut wood
I love the way hair falls in your eyes
After a hard day's work
After a hard night's work
After a long day's work
YOU ARE READING
Fade
PoetryWe're all just fading away... drifting apart... never to see each other as a whole...
