They stand a foot apart,
In the dull dilapidated park,
As the stars shine from above,
Like downlights in the dark.
One step forward,
Hands entangled in hair,
Feather light kisses,
Of a romantic affair.
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Ephemeral Ink
PoetryPoetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. - Thomas Gray. A collection of all the poems that I've written.
A Romantic Affair
They stand a foot apart,
In the dull dilapidated park,
As the stars shine from above,
Like downlights in the dark.
One step forward,
Hands entangled in hair,
Feather light kisses,
Of a romantic affair.
