The City
We are almost of the sky, here,
nothing below us but warm rectangles of light
and empty streets.
A voice sings,
faintly somewhere,
crooning to a lover or a child
and your hands are solid on my back,
rooted.
I lean back into you
and breathe the clouds.
A voice sings,
faintly somewhere,
crooning to a lover or a child
and your hands are solid on my back,
rooted.
I lean back into you
and breathe the clouds.
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captures a moment very well
How lovely to so perfectly capture a perfect moment.