Take my hand,
And let your other hold on to a kite that is a
Shooting Star.
The harvest moon will rise above us,
as we fly,
through the nights speckled sky,
And it will etch our names into its woody heart,
So that we may be
together,
forever.
Take my hand,
And let your other hold on to a kite that is a
Shooting Star.
The harvest moon will rise above us,
as we fly,
through the nights speckled sky,
And it will etch our names into its woody heart,
So that we may be
together,
forever.
I am Rush.
Nothing is worth my
‘No time.’
So hurry now to
Catch my
Running storyline.
Comments
This made me smile, I feel like it should go on a card or get framed somewhere with a really loopy script font. Lovely poem
Thank you.
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