Free verse № 32809
Februarys mother
The Sun flower reaches for us
as we lay between the evergreen trees
on a silken bed of autumn leaves.
Our bodies intertwine the
Indian wind as it blows tender over us.
I tickle the water as I swim upstream
the salmon river.
All the while knowing we will never
awaken until September.
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In this case, what the words meant to you also carried with me.
Sorry if one appears a fringe intrusive, just trying to help you, because I think your a gentleman.
A formal request for you to please offer any thoughts on my recent posting.
Kind Regards
Laurence. aka Mr Pig
Maybe a bit short
I think a killer line might make this poem,
I hope you find one
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