Soft Wind Poem by Diana Rosser
Soft Wind
A million golden suns
on slender stems
weave amongst wild grasses.
How lucky my eyes.
How lucky my limbs
wandering amongst them, fingers trailing
over their waxed perfect petals.
How lucky my cheek
brushed by the soft wind.
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: gratitude
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