Rosalind

Gus Jonsson
Sep 9, 2025
1 min read

Updated: Jul 30

Rosalind

Tomorrow, tomorrow, always tomorrow

Tomorrow is waiting long, gilding our window pane

Losing the night upon the fringe of morning

Memories of your laughter ring through my dreams

Scattering every promise whispered to the furthermost

Daybreak finds us, a peaceful sweet kiss

Whispers of love between your words and mine

We let clouds drift before the sun

We kiss again like the press of petals between pages

Soft, fragile, determined never to be forgotten.

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