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 […]
Pradita, the story continues……
http://secret-lifeof.com/2018/01/25/those-who-are-left/
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