A Spring Bud OliveA Poem by Mr.Boffin
Golden grottoes glisten in
groves woodland copse: a spring bud olive. Nubile celestial nymphs dance and play upon the eve and stone past stand and brake and acres plenty. woodlot willows and wildflowers thriving. wooded glens field shy Dryad in her Beauty. © 2013 Mr.Boffin |
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Added on December 19, 2013 Last Updated on December 19, 2013 Tags: abstract, free verse, surreal, nature |