As of intuitive nature, for unfold, we lay to open ground, the following to make in more sense then worth, as to my whereabouts the fact of mine or in matter was drawing near. Heavy to the broken blue around the drifting fog lift, with her place in heart, my embracing eyes of flurry, to the open chatter, they set to watch the sky envelope in fragrance an blue. Coffee place some delight with the sound of supple drops from forest rain, cooling over our longing brew, with shadows that fill radiant the air. Natural in gather of drone, tweets an alibis misty love for holding desire, the cooling sight, we began to tidy a lash from fading chatter, ahold brightly with candor, today you have my pleasure or remind for our returning time, made fond this place we held less the retrieve of darkening sky.

2020 Adam Blewett ©