Monday, July 20, 2020

Mayfly.

Sun-kissed nights,  run wild and sure
mornings, shrouded in grey walk slow, 
noons burn high, and so do the hearts.
like dawns I linger, like dusk shall I go.

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Mayfly.

Sun-kissed nights,  run wild and sure mornings, shrouded in grey walk slow,  noons burn high, and so do the hearts. like dawns I linger, lik...