(wrote this super fast and very carelessly...don't judge)
swift, gentle beats
growing soft but strong
stolen moments and quiet whispers,
offered in the grasp of dusk and summer
hands like flowers twisting together in the evening breeze
delicately locked...one palm against the other
deep breaths and calming stares
rushing thoughts
buzzing minds
anticipation
Summer Winds (very rough rough rough rough draft lol)
Sunday, May 10, 2009 at 9:27 PM
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