i kept seeing horses with riders and without across the soft town of stillpuddle stars dreaming … tracing your cheeks with the tips of my fingers your butterfly blush gets me all the time … singing my doubts off the tops of the mountains they come down to rest in the arms of the pines … i tried to remember the words you were speaking didn’t i, didn’t i try?
With All of My Love,
Jules
One of my favorite posts so far!