You know how sometimes you can hear the beating of your heart in your ears? This is what I experienced during a brisk walk the other day. This poem developed from the rhythm of my beating heart.
Lovely to take this walk down the street with your brash, boisterous, and playful heart.
“She’ll call you up to have a moan” ❤️
Lovely to take this walk down the street with your brash, boisterous, and playful heart.
“She’ll call you up to have a moan” ❤️