Harp Poem by Roshaun Beasley

Harp



A golden-stringed harp plays by the pearly sea.

The sweet smelling wind blows through the beautiful purple skies.

She caresses her hair.

Waves move calmly on shore.

Saturday, February 7, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: beautiful,hair,purple,sea,wind
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