Wednesday 8 April 2015

July Tale


When the petals fell apart
Cusp clenched Rose together        
Shores braced drops warm               
As waves ebbed in reflux
When the dove fumbled                             
Moon succoured with lyrics
Winds wiped them awash
As grass sweated in sun
When clouds floundered in dim
Stars glistened purlieu stark
You wove her tussore texture
As she lost her notched yarn      

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