Hilary Swank Poem 9 Poem by Mischa Fr.
Hilary Swank Poem 9
A lily-scented river so pearly
before dawn when it’s still early
Twilight tinkle of frogs
Moss growing on logs
Wrought iron bench in white
We lie on it in the moonlit night
The scent of flowers in the air
lovely like the scent of your hair
Oh beautiful Hilary Swank…
To lie with you on a riverbank
With your girly scents pervading
like faerie waterfalls cascading
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