A caress of love
she seeks
& just a little
tenderness,
in abandoned wisps
of wistful interludes
& a whimsical reality
of echoed existence,
in abditive paper dreams.
Distorted murmurs
in lost & found
memories
of summer loves
breathe, as morning
clouds crusade
in forest silence.
Image: Rosie Hardy.
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