Weak Spots Iv
The first trill of a bird at dawn,
A window overlooking the sea,
The liberation in a brand new day,
Soft, gentle voices in another room.
A train of thought that stays,
Blooming into hope and life,
Light petals touching the ankles
A baby bird cradled in the palm
Bare feet from grass to doorstep,
Droplets dripping from the hair,
Puzzled look followed by
A gentle familiarity
The fresh smell of laundry,
Lathered soap on sooty hands,
Forehead pressed on theirs,
Welcomes that are truly welcoming
2.4.20
Note: I decided to post my Weak Spots series here - a romantic series I wrote in the month of February, for those few that remember what I started on here. I am happy to have finished this series this year. More to come soon!
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