by Pervetta
...and this could become quite lovely.
Hi, the poem has potential. There are some very nice lines:
Clandestine murmurs glide by on the breeze of a late summer night.
A blown kiss catching and meeting on the late evening breeze
crap another prose piece hiding out in poetry land. Then
I realized the longer lines were hiding the two of you from
my prying eyes. I think you got some good advice in the
first two posts, but it is a meaningful read to me.