Okay, you all are here after going through ten slightly long chapters of a book that I never thought I would actually write, I decided to bless( or curse) you all with a poem I wrote.
Summer-
The sunshine streams down on my lover's face,
Holding me captive is my lover's gaze,
His lips forming a gentle smile,
Glowing with warmth are his eyes.
He murmurs words of comfort
In his soothing voice,
Words no less than Zephyr
That blows outside.
In that moment I know,
I have found my own sun
To warm the winter days
That are bound to come
Right here on this beautiful eve,
I know it's summer forever for me.
Let us just say I am low-key obsessed with the word lover and summer.
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Millennial in another millennium
Historical FictionHey, I am Rayna. My friends call me Ray though, and this is not because I am ray of their sunshine, but because I am the ray of fear in their otherwise reckless and risky millennial life. Yes, I am the non-poetic one who when asked to camp outside w...
