House By The Lake Poem by Louis Borgo

House By The Lake



A dinner a storm lovers of holders word match for scramble what hold the eyes of a beholder


Peach red cup holders matching grapes to hold tilted to grown words match or out played


Learning of learning headed turning of turning lunch or dinner


Well cook food smell through out the house of stove


Dinner is best served with in doors


Sweet sounds past taboo language curved smelled of fresh water from hot bathtub


Stem of exotic smell coming from with in house of stove to the bathroom to cover


What is truly perfection within the arts or craft can rumors tell more.

Friday, July 22, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love,love and art
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