Crisp Poem by RIC BASTASA

Crisp



Nona's granddaughter
climbs and
rides on a swing

her fine hair rides
the wind
and her laughter is
sowing
joys in the air

this early morning.

Wednesday, April 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: granddaughter,hair,laughter,life
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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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