snippets
“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time” (john lubbock)
a long time ago, specifically about 20 odd years ago, i used to write [...]
i kissed a boy here once
frosty air
of soft lipped care
laughter danced out
of the roar of a motor
not quite muffled by
a soft sigh
the moon bright
danced on snow’s white
crisp
awoken by the stain
of a red lip
i kissed a boy here once.
© djkreutzer. Powered by WordPress and DePo Skinny Theme.