Memories
hiding in the hayloft
why don't we swing down together
out the cracked barn door
high into the icy spring air
so we can drink the flowers
the melting icicles
the smiles, the lyrics
of our life.
My hand is warm,
awash with nervousness.
Let's go, let's hurry
our of our own way.
1 comments:
*happy sigh* This makes me feel so buoyant. I feel like I'll fly away, swinging down from the barn hayloft and into the sky of your wallpaper. This is very beautiful.
The picture is SO adorable. In a way, it seems to fit - even if I can't say exactly how. Maybe it's contentment.
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