The sprinkler twirls, twilight pressed against the sky, sun, still warm but softer now are kisses the sweat on brow &' bough.
II. PAGE OF XVll: 1998 ✧
"For Sept taught me how to ache
So sweetly I would never break."
We met beneath this amber haze, two hearts adrift in golden days, you laughed like leaves that caught the breeze, I loved you more than autumn trees. Sincerely, Your almost lover.