drying under
moon,
can’t spot our
reflection
where we were painted
in the sky with
spilt milk,
coasting into
dawn,
in search of
graceful
song
to lament the
downed sky
we both
built.
hands in the garden
reflection + romance + release
drying under
moon,
can’t spot our
reflection
where we were painted
in the sky with
spilt milk,
coasting into
dawn,
in search of
graceful
song
to lament the
downed sky
we both
built.
hands in the garden 
Beautiful
Thanks for reading. 🙂