Winding road, seldom walked upon.
Enveloped by quiet darkness.
Tracing fingers along the inside of her arm.
The world is holding her breath in anticipation;
crunching leaves falling from the sky,
greeted by a floor of emerald green.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Winding road, seldom walked upon.
Enveloped by quiet darkness.
Tracing fingers along the inside of her arm.
The world is holding her breath in anticipation;
crunching leaves falling from the sky,
greeted by a floor of emerald green.