Words from Rian
Saturday, 23 January 2016
[Nice Day]
A bed of grass amid
springtimes tender flowers
kissed by pleasing showers.
Jewelled in dew they hid.
The soil had held their shape.
Blue canvas stitched a roof
The grass still blonde in youth
softly framed her nape.
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