Hoping For Words With Greatness
My optimistic muse without any press,
Turned herself into a hollyhock princess.
I admired her velvety soft pink dress.
She came closer for a gentle caress.
Give me ideas, so I can progress
I said, hoping for words with greatness.
She danced a clog in my heart I confess.
But she is tricky, and not full of finesse
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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