i miss golden hour
the peace of the April showers
laying in grasses green
the air kissing the rips in my jeans
i miss the heat
the warmth beneath my sheets
the feeling of being free
wandering the streets
i miss golden hour
i miss the flowers
but with the darkening of the weather
what i miss the most
is the ode of living forever
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
