Wandering Mind
Golden spades of lemonades
Grasp the citrus garden.
The blues of berries pardon,
And apples cave my heart in.
Trees spines of vines
Caress my soul of passion.
A splash of fine wines
Perish an everlasting fashion.
Crispy dew, the wind blew,
Fork my mind, so confined.
Copyright © Lennon Hammett | Year Posted 2022
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