Friday, May 8, 2020

Lost thoughts

Maybe a little more 
is still unsaid 
Unsung and unwound 
Maybe a little later, love shall reconcile 
Shining stars and inky nights shall still adhere, to those tides who fret and wonder, 
I shall still lend those little moments, 
Kindering those breezy wind and a fluttering hummingbird. 

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