Living Poem by Diana Rosser
Living
it is the moment
when the sun breaks through
early morning mist
and touches your face
the sight of white
wispy gossamer threads
scurrying over
a high cornflower
blue sky
a green parakeet
in an English garden
the pull of cool water
and the feel of your
hand in mine
Friday, August 24, 2012
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4/23/2024 9:13:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Sigh.....this is just lovely: -)