evening pulls its’ drawstring around us
and the moon pulls on the sails of ships,
can you smell salt on breezes which twine around those slender twigs
outside our windows?
the arch grows plump with dusky biscuits next to the white picket fence
and small leaves clamber
for stories from windy knapsacks
and the rest
i suppose
is better left unsaid…
hush fills the hollows of the beach
in the morning we will look for sunlit honey on berry bushes
❤️❤️❤️
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:)… thanks
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Beautiful thoughts!
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:)… thanks so much
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Yes I can smell the salt in the breeze.☺️
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🙂
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