Forest nap - a Fitz
There is a clefted opening in the woods, I know --
a dale perhaps, or dimple in Her smile,
where fragrant grass will welcome me,
and fir tips entwine to make my bed.
Patchwork shadows of golden warmth
will dance across my face and soul,
while swaying, feather towered fingers
flirt with cloud peeped azure eyes.
a dale perhaps, or dimple in Her smile,
where fragrant grass will welcome me,
and fir tips entwine to make my bed.
Patchwork shadows of golden warmth
will dance across my face and soul,
while swaying, feather towered fingers
flirt with cloud peeped azure eyes.
posted by Anonymous @ 3:15 PM
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1 Comments:
There is something about your environment which is very familiar faucon. It has a similar feel to Australia. Lovely
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