laughers of children
surrounding the air
i remember the day when we first met;
like two birds perched upon
the miseries of life
and unsung songs.
will you come back again
to just sit with me
we can share the sunset, like gold in the trees?
or was that the last day
we were supposed to meet
when the sun left the skies, just like we did?
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Faint Lines | On Hold
Poesíathe crinkles by your eyes always remind me of the faint contrails that the jets leave behind, in the morning sky. copyright © 2018 by anna.
