Smile
I saw you
On the veranda
Of my constant dream,
Your dress was green,
And sparkled
With self esteem,
There was no need
For clouds,
Your lips revealed
Your state of mind,
Corners were up
To fence the round,
Red fields of lace
That flowed
From your face.
Copyright © James Fredholm | Year Posted 2015
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