The days grow.
More perfect in linen than you know.
I hide behind ruffled scarves, warm and giggled softI feel the chink of paper cuts,
sore hearts often lost.
Care to take a bow, my love, you've put on quite a show.Honey drops and flakes of sun
she rips to spin the snow.
4 comments:
you are amazing. these words wrapped around me like a warm, honey-scented wind. you have a gift!
thank you for your comment, dear xx
Thank you so so much! <33
Lovely, dear! I really love the phrase "flakes of sun"! That is such a wonderful thought. :)
Thank you, my friend! <33
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