Bellisima
Belle,
Earth’s grace,
leaves her spire
Light-laced her pace
Shimmering, she glides, and the granite gleams
Sweet laughs she splashes, so the mosses beam
In her cascade...
many parade...
Aqua's
!life
~~
~
(9/22/2020: Sea Ray 240 DMS)
Copyright © Susan Woodrow | Year Posted 2020
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