The Lion and the Lamb
Chilly March evening,
The Lion loves the lamb,
A Crocus cannot compare
to the sweetness of
lucky Lamb.
Lions love refreshes
Lamb like a gust of wind.
The Lamb feels like
she could soar,
like a kite through the air.
Copyright © Verity Smith | Year Posted 2010
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