warm summer winds
gently rustle the grass
while whispering secrets
their journeys accrue
and now having passed
over us in the grass
I know that tomorrow
they’ll tell on us too
warm summer winds
gently rustle the grass
while whispering secrets
their journeys accrue
and now having passed
over us in the grass
I know that tomorrow
they’ll tell on us too
Sweet poem! 🙂
It’s too warm here. People won’t wake up until it’s too late.
Our internet is working, for now, but is very finicky. Still waiting on the big repair.
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It was the perfect day here, low humidity, strong winds, sunny
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