Faye '09
Thou dancest amongst the
posies and poplars alike.
O how thou dost admire, so
sung the feathered choir.
Whispering breeze not of a
foolish tongue;
Though words wiser unto
inspire of.
Poesy of an internal beautician
and thy spirit which
soothes thereof love;
Caressing thy heart
beating e'ermore young.
O beloved "Faye".
Copyright © Anthony O. Mitchell Jr. | Year Posted 2011
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