Monday, April 24, 2017

Evening Stroll

Swept 
by a gust of cool wind 
hair lashing 
against your beaming face
Your cheeks -
A rosy pink 
Soaring high 
your hopeful spirits
Hair Fluttering  
off your messy knot
Reaching the sky 
your dreamy head 
Your hand caressing
the  playful breeze
Your peachy frock
jostling with the sweep
A flower here, a butterfly there,
ever so distracting 
Keeping you busy
like your favorite bee 
in the book of poetry. 


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