Late Night Walk in the Small Town

February 18, 2018

Wet fuzzy socks in my shoe

Squish every time I walk

Around the block with you

Warm winter window smiles

From strangers sharing dinner

I hope this street carries us for miles.

If you hold onto me so I´m not cold

You can help me cross

The small lakes that scatter the road.

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