Dirt caked feet are d a n c i n g across the concrete walk.
L A U G H T E R fills the sapphire sky with a marmalade sun setting in the horizon.
A question l i n g e r s in her mind, a battlefield with rose petals dancing across the wind.
Soft c r e a k i n g of old rope dances a familiar waltz with the faint sound of laughter carrying on the summer breeze.
The sun s t r e t c h e s one last time, bidding farewell as the moon peaks out from the heavens.
S t a r s are sprinkled throughout the night sky, the moon lighting up the concrete walk as dirt caked feet dance across it.
L a u g h t e r spills out of their lips as her cheeks begin to flush softly.
Lips touch each other oh so b r i e f l y, pulling away for a moment before reconnecting once again.
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Pomegranate Seeds at Modnight
PoetryShort chapters filled with emotions, breakdowns and heartbreaks. Some parts are memories/moments that go on in my life.
