At
the end
of a busy
intersection
perpendicular
from where I was standing
I could see sun reflecting
off auburn hair and a green dress.
and the wind carried a scent of sweet
honey, vanilla lotion and Jasmine
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
At
the end
of a busy
intersection
perpendicular
from where I was standing
I could see sun reflecting
off auburn hair and a green dress.
and the wind carried a scent of sweet
honey, vanilla lotion and Jasmine
An Etheree is a 10 line poem wherein each line contains the number of syllables corresponding to that line.
© March 11th, 2014 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved.
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