June, by Britta Benson

June The evening sunlight enters my garden like a long lost friend, poised with wonders and offering no explanations. Only smiles go deeper. Hands clasp, souls embrace. We observe each other eye to eye, almost equals. My friend is long gone before I feel the chill in my bones, alone. Unkissed. With a longing forContinue reading “June, by Britta Benson”

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