• anjelinathajuthomas 6w

    Thorns in the bush

    Departed by miles and burried by dunes.
    But the same wind stroked our souls...
    Yours and mine ...
    What have you send me now,
    wrapped inside the breeze ?
    roses with thorns or
    vanillas in pods ?
    Or just another more reason
    Or a lullaby of woe.
    Or a bunch of condelences
    for my dead heart you burried.