Tuesday, January 14, 2020



β€œin the afterglow
of an evening rain
i lay down
in the grass
and think of you
my body aches
like an after-kiss
breaking in soft fires
and wildflowers
my dear,
i will always be
this tender for you.” πŸŒΈπŸŒΊπŸ’— 















πŸŒΈπŸŒΊπŸ’—





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