The passing wind
#WritcoPoemPrompt99
When days were young
you and I, on the loose
in swings lifted by gusts
soaring high, so light
laughter burning our cheeks
skies at the tips of our tongue
When days were young
our hands, fused by sweat
rhymes vibrating in ears
bursting into bright smiles
flocks of songless birds
carried on, faint in the...
When days were young
you and I, on the loose
in swings lifted by gusts
soaring high, so light
laughter burning our cheeks
skies at the tips of our tongue
When days were young
our hands, fused by sweat
rhymes vibrating in ears
bursting into bright smiles
flocks of songless birds
carried on, faint in the...