Primrose Hill Poem by Chris Zachariou

Primrose Hill



Dusk is falling on the hill
and sensual shadows dance
with shards of mellow light.

A prudent day surrenders
to a playful night
and lovers on wings made of dreams
embrace on park benches.

Primrose Hill was made for lovers.

Primrose Hill
Wednesday, June 5, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty,love,romance
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