Day of Days
On a day not today,
up and over a breathless hill
as beyond as pedal legs can go
you and I will wander with the skitter clouds
above the weaving green,
and clamberclimb a maple tree
and danglefeet the stream,
and I shall butterlick your kisses in the pelting sun
Sally Bacchetta - Freelance Writer 2004
1 Comments:
I like the picture this one paints. I feel that I am there with a gentle breeze on my back, the Sun kissing my face. Nicely done! :)
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