Our footsteps crunch
Along the gravel track.
Vella uses a pole for balance.
There's a skip in her step as
She moseys towards
A blanket of bluebells.
Her eyes twinkle with delight
As though the mystical woods
Have imbued her with their power.
YOU ARE READING
Woodland Bliss
Poetry"Never will I fall in love again." -- Ravella "They keep telling me to make the first move, but it's not that simple." -- Andrew ___ Drew has crippling social anxiety. Vella has scars that run deep. Two friends decide to give love another chance. __...
