Jul 13, 2020
1 min read
Our Paragraph, our paragraph!
a free verse poem on you and me
now, as the winds caress the tips,
of the grass, golden from the setting sunlight,
i think of you, sitting by me, listening,
listening to the sound of crickets,
flicking that lost insect off my hands, carefully,
and staring at that chance view of the plane,
high, high above, leaving behind that thin line,
of the path already trodden, whilst i,
re-read to you…
