turning towards headstones
these broken days we, under
the curtains green falling
& lost in the dream
stolen kiss on the cheek
in the nip of first frost
woolen the warmth
given your arms around
broken days
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turning towards headstones
these broken days we, under
the curtains green falling
& lost in the dream
stolen kiss on the cheek
in the nip of first frost
woolen the warmth
given your arms around
share:
2 responses to “broken days”
Wool sweater kisses..love it.
My high school sweetheart used to wear the most atrociously ugly sweater. It was the best sweater ever, and I never actually “wore” it.