Booty Land
When burrs of winter snow
come knocking at your door
and caprice winds
begin to whip
the windows of your soul
tuck your blanket firmly
round your chin and smile
Wing the dream, perch it
on a snowy branch
watch the snowflake
flirt and dance
like a diamond of
appendage glee ,
give the winter a chance
to woo you with her
white skirts of puritan beauty
soon spring will burst forth
with violet hints that flower
and send winter to booty land
for good. xo
Mystic Rose
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