#177 (traces of lavender)

grey puddles

taunting his wet ankles

splish-splash

the droning of constant

rainfall blocking out the

soft vows he whispered

in the sweetest of embraces

traces of lavender

rekindling the memory

of that night under the stars

when all the lights had seemed

to dance for the two of them

the full moon their witness

cirrus clouds crowning cheerful heads

 

24th July 2017

 

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