FloraA Poem by Leslie Philibertabout flowers and loveOx-eyed daises,red clover, harebell, irish lady`s tresses, Corncake; underwash for roots small grains of seed a carpet of marsh orchids falls quietly under your lace. Your eyes alive as a Spring tide. Skin as fresh as young grass. Laughter as wicked as dancing thistle; the sky shakes we are bedded in moss soft as the deep in which we pleasure.
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10 Reviews Added on May 27, 2014 Last Updated on May 29, 2014 AuthorLeslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
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