eyelashes heavy, fingers grazing air.
She is the stillness before a storm,
the hush of dusk settling into the earth.
Time stretches, lingers,
as if it, too, wants to stay in her presence.
eyelashes heavy, fingers grazing air.
She is the stillness before a storm,
the hush of dusk settling into the earth.
Time stretches, lingers,
as if it, too, wants to stay in her presence.