You Confuse Me With A Simple Day Not Made
J
James McLain
0
Altın Yaprak
Parting seas in oceans dress
colors us in playing water sent
flowers put rising dew skyward
petals blow is scent to beauty in.
Streams consult thought in waves
permission rests is a soft cloud is
hand parting fingers spread to leave
lashes dew in hair counted as stars.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş