domingo, 4 de abril de 2021

It's the little things

 Come and tell me your stories,
take and point me the stars.
Under the trees, show me both butterflies
and pour me the best wine of the bars.

It can be coffee, if you prefer -
what won't we do for a rhyme?
My promise remains to never say never
and to take what you want to be mine.

01/04/2021

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