Vibrations shy of blueness
In the thirsty blankness
Of arid lifelessness
In leaves and grasses
It is this bed of wishes
In which we lie like dishes
Waiting for delicious
Luscious richness
Thrusting in mosses
The rushing freshness
Of our budding sighs
I love all those sssssssssssssssssssssss
ReplyDeleteThanks Robin & Gina Gina!! I should have written about the sound of green, I guesssssss.
ReplyDeleteNot sure what color might cum next.
A lovely rhythm and combination of sounds. Thanks, BAK!
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