the old days/

poems 1 Minute

©2021 Michael Raven

you
holding my hand
holding your thigh
as yellowed leaves
fall in your hair
autumn chill
blush on cheeks
watching water
ripple in the breeze

just like we used to
in the old ways old days...

is how i dream of you
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