8d • Poetry
Sicily
The sound of blues echoing down the hall 🎶
🚬 Another drag, as the ash drops
A swift sweep from the broom along the patio- our things must stay tidy 🧹
Taken away by the beauty of the sunrise 🌅
She covers the smell of her secret with the scent of perfume before he wakes to the aroma of her fresh brew☕️
Laughs over coffee, he’s smitten with her red lips 💄
Her gown flowing over her satin as he spins her around before a goodbye kiss 💃 🕺
See ya later handsome - back atcha doll 💋
The simplicity of a era that we will never get to know ⌛️
How the times have changed, the worries more complex ⏱️
Everybody wanted a change, but none to keep the change ⚖️
Nostalgia
Come back to me
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