This is what I have. The dull hangover of waiting, the blush of my heart on the damp grass, the flower-faced moon. A gull broods on the shore where a moment ago there were two. Softly my right hand fondles my left hand as though it were you.
Related Keywords: Waiting Moon Moment Right You Hand Grass
Related Authors: William Shakespeare Dr. Seuss Oscar Wilde Friedrich Nietzsche C. S. Lewis Edgar Allan Poe Henry David Thoreau
