Leaves Well
Leaves well
Bright smiles bring yellow flowers as night skies dream scarlet
Golden trumpets blow purple windmills on bright orange carpet
Sunshine play football while farmers bring harvest
Brown eyes smile warmest but blue pierce like lancets
Fig fruits and olives then put them in baskets
Large windows in castles over tranquil small hamlets
The darkest of rivers and deepness incarnates
Two white doves fly on winds of the eye of a tempest
Ascend to blue then lye on the earth brown asset
Green garnet grass to lemon coloured leaves well with it.
Copyright © Peter Kiggin | Year Posted 2013
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