Afternoon Rumor

Like a cloud aspired
To countless skies
Our sincerest laughter
Which never dies
All your words are true
My ears a gift
To listen to

Dappled I will crawl
Past the darkest shadows
Into the morrows light
The afternoon rumor
Is to tell of your delight
I will not be absent
From this
We will not be distant
Still the evidence
Is just a whisper
And a kiss

© GÄ

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Geino Äotsch

An artist & spiritual lover. Author of & - Tea Maker & Owner of - Hair & Music at