In Her Red Uniform.
Luggage pulled behind.
In His Solitary form.
Thoughts silently gathered.
A playful game.
A daring question.
Let's sleep together?
YOU ARE READING
Under the Midnight Sky
PoetryA collection of memories from the forgotten past. A reminiscent of savored moments which never seemed to last. A tapestry of emotions woven into art. A fragment of soul from a fading heart.
