Where are we?
Prickly grass,
Soft caressesā¦
Yellow, feathery whispers of pollen,
Lazy lullaby tunes beaming off of wispy peels of oceanā¦
Squinting while squelching the flavour of ripe salty strawberries,
tip toeing over wet sand
Within these walls,
Within these horizonsā¦
I see no up or down,
The sun exists but hides in the shadows where we sit.
Is this my head?
Filled with lead?
Rimmed with Mercury,
A shrinking hat certainly.
Flashing the last moments,
This one in particular,
Where us
in this snow globe
Is the happiest
Time of my life
Why here? Why you?
Should I say it?
Like I said it there and then.
Is this my last chance?
If so
Where am I?
And Where are you?
About the Creator
Harleen š¤
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Beautiful!