This poem, the imagery and the image itself, everything about it makes me miss bright summer mornings and my bae 😦 😦

head upon the downy pillow underneath the weeping willow by the bubbling river’s greening bend the filtered sunlight slanting down you brought to me a daisy crown I wished this merry moment not to end the leaves a-flutter, summer snowing sleepy syllables of knowing our sundering and silences to end and now, we’ll pick the […]

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