David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,602 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

Daphne In Ireland - Poem by David McLansky

The sea grass waves its field of green,
It shakes its hair now combed and clean;
Here we pressed the sea grass down,
So far away the steepled town;
And though we did as lovers do,
It wasn't me who ran from you;
Now we pass in village streets;
I kissed those lips that smile discreet.

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  • Gajanan Mishra (2/13/2013 5:45:00 AM)

    I kissed those lips that smile discreet. I like it. thanks (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 13, 2013

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