Why Did I Have To Think About The Roses? Poem by Dean Meredith
Why Did I Have To Think About The Roses?
The warm morning
After a warm night
Oh and
A breeze to die for
Not a hint of chill
The washer spun
The waterfall watered
The grey white clouds
Two white butterflies
A curious bee
And air
To die for
The washer spun
Sunday, July 6, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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