9/17/14
The vintage patch of her yellowing hair is only
just barely noticeable under his black eyes as the wind
blows interrupting any thought he had before as he
came to love her dancing, and her happiness running;
however he did not love her flea ridden occasional stops,
and at the sunset he called her name to come to him and
she came just as running. The force of small steps into
the break between the wind and the new, stale air
was everyday, unnoticeable; but the dawn tomorrow
promised rain.
 BeatsyaBass · Fri Oct 10, 2014 @ 11:15pm · 0 Comments |
