Thursday, January 2, 2020

walking on grass

We are walking on grass barefoot
Holding hand in hand
Your steps are rhythamical with mine
Making my ears sentimental.

You look and smile at me,
For I am clenching you hand slowly.
The scrunching sound of the dried leaves
Gesturing of the coming winter.


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