Misty window panes
Tracing our names, mine with yours;
Only to exhale.
YOU ARE READING
Summer Sands
PoetrySummer The days are longer The night skies Draped in stars, Shimmering pearls in the ocean; While the seagulls soar Above the ever, turning tides.
Traceless
Misty window panes
Tracing our names, mine with yours;
Only to exhale.
