two birds soaring the horizon
chasing the sun
watching the morning brighten
you're the wind beneath my wings
the sun through my cloud
the most beautiful face
in every single crowd
let's make our world our home
because when i'm with you
i never feel alone
YOU ARE READING
paradise.
Poetrypoetry album six. your arms around me it smells like home, like footprints in the virgin snow. 10th August 2019. © 2019 Billy Waugh
