Anchored Thoughts

Under the hot June sun,Ice rain falls like a paradox.Amidst blooming linden trees, senses slumber,The wet cement, the city's warm breath,Raising steam from hidden thoughts.People pass by hurriedly, hunting habits,Leaves carried by the swift wind,Each step, a misguided search.I hold your hand, our gazeMeets in our childWho quietly watches the storm,His eyes, mirrors of mystery,Wonder, […]