Poem X
Golden kisses touch the lips of the tress;
Embracing feet walk the hills and pastures streams;
Covenant seems to be fleeting be;
Embraced cabinet hot crèmes;
Shot in the dark, who turned out the lights;
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2023
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