Romance is an afternoon by a river eating dried apple slices and creating stories for the trees on the opposite bank.
Romance is awkward dancing before the end of the world, falling to the grass and laughing at the fullness of life.
Romance is awkward dancing before the end of the world, falling to the grass and laughing at the fullness of life.
5 comments on “Romance II”
sounds beautiful.
Thanks.
I wrote that!
I’m thankful for the worship, but I’d rather keep my head.
The ending is a paradox, though, because the world is ending. It’s blissful sorrow.
Sorta like lemonade… except that’s soursweet.
Sorry!!! I’d send you some of mine if I could.