rarely, rarely do I feel as safe
rarely, rarely do I feel as good
as okay and as comfortable
as I do when I am here:
We sit together under a tree
I lean against you
You lean against me...
and there is nowhere else I'd rather be
The sun is just right--
not too high, not too bright
and the wind blows gently through the trees so high
I would say it is May
or maybe it's June...
your eyes are green and you whistle a tune
It goes like so:
la de de de, la de do do,
You lean against me
And I lean against you
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Jessi
Writer on the Oregon coast. Lover of nature, poetry, and coffee! I love to write about my travels, lovers + mental health. Thanks for your support! Feel free to browse, share, and comment away. :)
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