dreams
of ice cream
on a snow
day,
dripping down
the cone,
with flashbacks to
summer
sun
melting on my
tongue.
hands in the garden
reflection + romance + release
dreams
of ice cream
on a snow
day,
dripping down
the cone,
with flashbacks to
summer
sun
melting on my
tongue.
hands in the garden 
This rhyming is great. Flows so well, and I could feel the poem.
thanks for the kind words
Your welcome