In Passing Poem by peter hugo mcclure

In Passing



IN PASSING...

With a primal power
In a lonely bower...
Bereft of worry or care
And hidden from the stare...
Of those very dour
Stood a solitary flower...
And with a Ballerina's flair
Entranced all those passing there.

In Passing
Saturday, January 5, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty
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