i got a place to take you
run away with me
this is not just a getway,
we can be here infinetely.
the skies may be gray,
the ocean might be ravin
so let your body feel it,
the cold breeze, in this small rain.
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IF THE SEASONS CHANGE « poetry, journals »
PoetryA story of untold events, wishes, and love along the seasons. by 18 / 7 / 2019 #23 poem #11 quote #6 depress #1 qotd #5 journals
