SHORTY.
The leaves are my new foot-traffic.
I watch them make utter fools of themselves, dancing about at every whim of the wind.
They smell better than cigarettes.
I watch them make utter fools of themselves, dancing about at every whim of the wind.
They smell better than cigarettes.
Waves of tranquility wash over me,
A tumbled-jumbled spin cycle.
~crm
4 comments:
Do they smell better than cigarettes before or after ignition?
Short but so good. I love your words...
Short and lovely.
i love it when you go all poetic like on me.
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