Tuesday, April 17, 2018

early morning ....

I rolled over half asleep
swore I smelled the ocean in your hair
your sun warmed skin against mine
blue sky reflecting in your sunglasses
windblown rain beating against the window pane
reminding me you are nothing more than a memory...
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  1. Lia StormApril 17, 2018 at 5:24 PM

    ANd here is another one, where anything I would say would take away from your beautiful writing. So I shall remain speechless.

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