It was her forest bright as sunset -
a morning, slithering through wisterias
of lace, tendrils innocent and lush -
verdant the bush of ridges melts.
Is my heart giving birth to flowers?
Radiant you are, your body of garden.
Eyes to open the spirit.
Florida Contest for Rhonda J. Saunders
Mar 8, 2015
Copyright © juaneco torrente | Year Posted 2015
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