by sophiasummerNorthland, New Zealand
Aug 2015 675 Views 1 comments
3 Flying ducks
I tread within the smell of fruit
fear of no said
a moot
to lace of flowers if i should weave
hold me now
never leave
slipping hands a ray of sun
to pick you
what fun
lay me at your listening song
creeping in
the worlds
an unknown tongue
A smiling gift
clouds move
earth warm
A silent beauty
to sift
Of tomorrows sunset
of nights moonlight
I see
such beauty
that i am glad i met
fear of no said
a moot
to lace of flowers if i should weave
hold me now
never leave
slipping hands a ray of sun
to pick you
what fun
lay me at your listening song
creeping in
the worlds
an unknown tongue
A smiling gift
clouds move
earth warm
A silent beauty
to sift
Of tomorrows sunset
of nights moonlight
I see
such beauty
that i am glad i met
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Posted: Aug 2015
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Comments (1)
A most endearing to read, as always. To get carried away in the world of your imagination, I am so grateful to walk in it.
Take care.