Conversations in a Deserted Diner - Pt 2
"I am not the dancer I was
in my childhood days
but under your gaze
I have been emboldened to sway
Along the thrum of your heartbeat..
I am quite light on my feet"
"My hands are too soft for
labour and toil
Yet I am compelled to dig
in the field of your soil
You carry about you a layer of dirt....
warm, soft and down to earth"
Nice rendezvous
ReplyDeleteI hope you see this, you always have a timely word of encouragement that keeps me going. I am ever so thankful ❤️
DeleteJust wanted to let know that I saw😊
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