Spring Night Air

From my Old Poems collection

Photo by Aniket Bhattacharya on Unsplash

The Spring night air finds a void
And swirls inside, filling me up with restlessness
I can see all the dreams I’ll never follow

Tonight we shouldn’t be alone
It calls for sitting on porches
And the watching of grass and voices

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Elle Beau ❇︎

Dispelling cultural myths with research-driven stories. I am a traveler and a map maker. On Mastodon ElleBeau@stranger.social