The clouds clear above our little quiet streets.There’s songs in the bricks,Stories in the air,In the cracked pavement,The number 11 bus.In the silence, the air holds you differently,it holds you close, but not too close,lets you be you.As I look into your summer eyes,alive with sunshine and laughter and love,the sweetest,toughest love,yours and mine together.FrontContinue reading “Heart”
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Paul Andrew Sneddon 