28.04.08
Sitting on a park bench
paper spread across my legs
the wind ruffles the page.
Looking up,
cherry petals drift off the tree
falling softly across
my upturned face.
- b
paper spread across my legs
the wind ruffles the page.
Looking up,
cherry petals drift off the tree
falling softly across
my upturned face.
- b
Labels: poetry friday
posted by Auglaise at 3:30 PM
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