Feb 2019
The fallen flowers
Would never stand
On their feet
And their aroma
Go like the bubbles
On the surface,
But my love
Is the words-skin
Of the body
Of a poem
Sculpted
For
Thee!
Would never stand
On their feet
And their aroma
Go like the bubbles
On the surface,
But my love
Is the words-skin
Of the body
Of a poem
Sculpted
For
Thee!
