Carriages Poem by Heather Moreton

Carriages



Sensual, fresh carriages,
Innocent, crisp fresh grass
dazzles with coffee strips of light
filling this azure mind.....
Waves of crumbling spherules,
initiated by lengthened fingers
riding on an ice-white boulevard,
lined by soaked, maroon velvet clouds

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