Traverse

Tue, 06/13/2017 - 21:31 -- cindyho

You and me,

on a wornout blue seat,

in airy pillows of the same shade.

My head on your shoulder,

you lightly tap me.

Honey, 

We're here.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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