The photo wasn’t spoiled by my thumb
it was immaculate
because you were there
standing
your back to the sky
and the wind brushed your face
as a smile lit your eyes
and clouds retreated
in awe of your heart.
The photo wasn’t spoiled by my thumb
it was immaculate
because you were there
standing
your back to the sky
and the wind brushed your face
as a smile lit your eyes
and clouds retreated
in awe of your heart.