Soft breeze plays gently with my hair. I close my eyes and imagine your hands brushing through the strands. The rustling of leaves in the wind whisper faintly, a reminder of your low melodic voice in my ear, breath tickling my neck. The sun behind…
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Soft breeze plays gently with my hair. I close my eyes and imagine your hands brushing through the strands. The rustling of leaves in the wind whisper faintly, a reminder of your low melodic voice in my ear, breath tickling my neck. The sun behind…