The Whispers Of Her - Poem by Robert Rorabeck
Naked apples and candy canes- No one is going
To the fair,
But the clouds are not gone- they are hanging there,
And the road down beneath them, reflecting their
As she sheds her skin- and then goes to sleep underneath
While the sea brushes the whispers of her to him.
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