Hippy DazeA Poem by Unclouded EyesFriends of the late 60's.Blue-white clouds rise from the gasping tongue Drifting unnoticed above our heads, turned To watch the sweet goddess passing by “Wow! She’s hot!” "Yeah, man. Smokin'!" © 2013 Unclouded Eyes |
Stats
168 Views
Added on August 28, 2013 Last Updated on August 28, 2013 AuthorUnclouded EyesBon Aqua, TNAboutMany hats I have worn along the way to this place and before I die I shall wear a few more. Friend of Sunfish the Mage more..Writing
|