Friendship
Tim C. and The Macaw 🌿
Man. He walks alone, lost in thought... a silhouette in the mist’s soft embrace. His carries a quiet refinement - deep forest-green tailored coat, boots polished, yet weathered by journey, and a scarf that catches the stray beams of light like a ghost of an era gone before. Though he is composed, the wind disarranges his coattails the same way it ruffles the feathers of the avian dwellers who watch...curious.
By Novel Allen3 months ago in Poets











