held by the sky
caught on the skin of the Wensum
as the tide turns
evening's parting kiss
gently fades
I choose the slow way home
stand on the bridge
not wanting to leave this day yet
not while the sense of your presence
still glows
CLP 15/06/2023
on light
held by the skycaught on the skin of the Wensumas the tide turnsevening’s parting kissgently fadesI choose the slow way homestand on the bridgenot wanting to leave this day yetnot while the sense of your presencestill glowsCLP 15/06/2023
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