atop a carved up
table on the
balcony
leans my lone
potted
plant
and i watch memories
weave between
its leaves
as though they
were live,
as we’re frozen
in time.
hands in the garden
reflection + romance + release
atop a carved up
table on the
balcony
leans my lone
potted
plant
and i watch memories
weave between
its leaves
as though they
were live,
as we’re frozen
in time.
hands in the garden 
I love that you’re watching memories weave between its leaves
Thanks for the share
Of course!