I imagine walking down a street holding hands wearing his jumper which is soft and warm on a cold autumns day. Smiling and just happy between the grey sky, orange and red leaves and river of people and buildings.
Giggling as we trip over the step to the park then running handing hand to the perfect try. We climb it and I sit one branch above him smiling. I look at the view from this height he pulls my leg which freaks me out.
And he climbs up to my branch and we share the earphones and sing in off pitch voices. Leaves fall occasionally and it looks magical.
This is a special moment, a perfect day.
So as I say this sitting on my bed in front of a screen, single listening to music, I'd love to know your special moment. Comment or write your own special moment and smile.
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Little stories of a Girl
Poetrytake what you think when you see the word 'girl'. and then take the word 'different'. because every 'girl' is 'different' to what you might think. and this is a story about those girls
