Tomorrow’s Kisses, Today

her garden is her

soft, tender, and oh so scented

like the first breath of rain

the moment sunlight stops

occasionally, she looks up at the sky

and tells me the meaning of clouds

I follow her gaze

it too is soft, tender


like her

tomorrow’s kisses


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