blue skies reflected in the
whites
of your eyes
in darkness the
breeze
of your exhale
echoes
the slowly forming haze
of one too many broken days
I prise your toes apart
to give them each more space –
they creak out of place
Sam Rose - writer, geek, music lover, cancer survivor, optimist, Buddhist.
blue skies reflected in the
whites
of your eyes
in darkness the
breeze
of your exhale
echoes
the slowly forming haze
of one too many broken days
I prise your toes apart
to give them each more space –
they creak out of place
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