Diana Rosser


Living - Poem by Diana Rosser

it is the moment
when the sun breaks through
early morning mist
and touches your face

the sight of white
wispy gossamer threads
scurrying over
a high cornflower
blue sky

a green parakeet
in an English garden

the pull of cool water

and the feel of your
hand in mine


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  • Rookie - 142 Points Ruby Honeytip (9/29/2012 10:57:00 PM)

    Sigh.....this is just lovely: -) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 24, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, August 24, 2012


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