They call it clouds, the thoughts in your head so watch out for rain and get an umbrella instead. It is raining, and raining hard. With muffled mouths and distance warned and loved ones dying throughout this pandemic belated, for they new something before. Give yourself more love, it may feel lonely and quite insecure but we can’t give up when we know what we fight for. Give yourself a hug and no mind these clouds in your sky; We all get new ones every day and sars is but one as we like to say “keep strong and carry on”.
/ You found me from the start of the Saturday morning blur
/ I could not would not control urge
/ I told you early I fell submerged
/ You were like a treacle thick
/ I did not know you would feel so
/ Walks on the beach and balconies seemed ago
/ You are something I don’t understand it went read more »
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Edinburgh, United Kingdom
November 19, 2020
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