Boating
Nov 2 · 1 min read
Poetry about a memory of love
Nonchalant brook air brushes my cheek with the memory of us in that blue boat on a sun-kissed day.
Carved in the sky your laughter dawdles at the brink of each idle afternoon, winding through the bed of jade and silver with luminous light on plunged pebbles:
Dashed like once cherished forgotten love, but bright and colorful as tomorrow’s dreams.



