The Hills Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
The Hills
Let me be drunk of
The hills of thousands of daffodils
Swaying in the light of the sun
As I soak up the beauty
The golden colour blinds me
Or was it the thought of losing you that did
I cannot tell you
Only I felt naked among the flowers
Bespite being fully clothe
As the gale begins
The power of control is lost
Poetically graphic and marveloully ritten. A poem that marks a deep poetic path and will be vividly remembered and loved. Deep congrats
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LeeAnn, you've brought Emily Dickinson back to life. She would have loved this poem. And your style!