by OceanzestHamilton, Waikato, New Zealand
Nov 2021 265 Views 0 comments
Love inkind
A bowl of lemons
on the wooden table
citrus catches the sun
that falls for you and me
season to season
bud to flower
such kindred spirits
we enlist the blossoms
every dew morning day
on the wooden table
citrus catches the sun
that falls for you and me
season to season
bud to flower
such kindred spirits
we enlist the blossoms
every dew morning day
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Posted: Nov 2021
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