This is a ridiculously silly piece for a friend who thought her red hair wasn't very attractive. I kin dof got carried away with it and I must apologise for some of the rhymes :)
When darkness has pulled its hood over the hills
And the pulse of the wind is your only companion
I’ll still be about, on the edge of your vision
A kiss on the quiet beneath your cagoule
Every morning it was there, waiting for the people of Peterborough as they woke up. A thick marshmallow blanket, tucked deep into the city.