Bad Manners
What came of you, oh rouging bashful sun
Your fiery face belies your youthful enterprise
Morning dew illuminates by incandesce spark
Was it brash action of the taunting wind
that made you color so?
Your blushing face now tints the evening sky.
Copyright © Michelle Mac Donald | Year Posted 2012
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