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.
Warm darkness,
Shadowed on
My honey skin,
Hooded
Grey arrows
In the dark halo
Of my chocolate
Golden tousled hair
Like grain;
Reminds me
Of a god;
That is why you are
Charming,
But not quite
Trustable
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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