Her head rested on his shoulder.
His hands slithered around her waist.
Silhouettes in a pastel dream
danced behind the frosted gleam.
There's a sudden warmth
that lingers in the air.
Like a divine serving of toffees and eclairs.
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.
