Dec 22, 2017
Where The Wind
We left with pink faces And the rain gave us petrichorial perfume. It had been serene: all hot sun and quiet moment, You by my side, Reading a book, Chatting to a colleague, As I lay there, looking at clouds. A thirty minute lunch break Soaking in rays. The quietest my head has been in months Out in the ‘courtyard’ Sat in the sun Where the wind couldn’t touch us.
Originally posted in Freedom! #2 Don’t Talk To Me Of Love