Below
Below
and the child of wind born innocence
chases butterflies to the edge,
gathering whispered weeds
of golden sheen,
singing in a lone sparrow’s sonnet,
soaring beyond the cliff,
sending silver lined
cloud bound wishes
to the morning below
Good morning Soupers
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2018
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