kizzacoffee
  Junior Member

Their Memories, The Escape.

The sky and sand,
Memories in hand.
He looks at her,
She look over there,
the landscape is bland.
“Lets escape”
He says,
Her mouth agape.
She thinks for days…
…
Memories still
In their old hand
Of landscapes bland
they left the hill
...

– by Kizza Coffey