Green brushes against blue The fluttering of our wings matches the pace of our hearts. Sitting on the highest branch Of the tallest tree I could see for miles all around, but all I see is you. I slip my hand into yours And…
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Green brushes against blue The fluttering of our wings matches the pace of our hearts. Sitting on the highest branch Of the tallest tree I could see for miles all around, but all I see is you. I slip my hand into yours And…