My Pocket Was Her Undoing- On A Lovely Sunny Day Poem by Wes Thompson

My Pocket Was Her Undoing- On A Lovely Sunny Day

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to pick such gentle roots from fertile ground
the womb of Earth is bless'ed by thy reign
a humbled height beauty cannot contain
Her petaled breast that beats without a sound

reasons unknown, Her fragile scent has bound
my gaze within the purest shade- I fain
recall a falling grace that sweeps like rain
Her beauty seems to spin my world round

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