Even when the sun shines
We always miss moments,Like wrong coloured jeans
Or the sample pot of
Confiture in a boutique hotel.
The sky was blue, the parasol
At the terrace a faded off grey
You in blue chinos
A shirt, a smile, sunglasses
You smiled and drew me near
Kissed me, and it was tender
I nearly melted into the embrace
I would have, I could have
We always miss moments
Even when the sun shines
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2022-05-28 at 22:09
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