Friday, 22 April 2016
Poem.
Upside down teardrops,
bloom fresh upon our tree
pale in the moonlight,
where you first kissed me.
it rained yesterday
it smelt fresh in the dry city
and I wondered if you were caught in the rain
as if you were with me.
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