,
and the day’s all wrung
out, small and silent – buzzing
sunset burned to cricket song,
I’m lost in the long
…………..(shadow)
-gone ghost of you,
and the sky’s too small
for such an intricate heart.
..
In April, we poem. And sometimes, we catch up.
buzzing
sunset burned to cricket song,
– oh damn that is good!!!
Love. ❤
Beautiful,De!