Posted on September 5, 2021September 3, 2021 by Catherine ArcolioSummer Is a red lipped maidenleaving kisseson the sundial Like this:Like Loading...
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With love from your summer to mine, when it arrives.
Yes! Right back at you Anne❣️
Lyrical, expressive as always
thanks Monica
summer in the north is almost dead red
a tie twelve is why equate relate
southern lasses confined and in bell jar glasses sadly madly
Vibrant color and prose.
Very beautiful poem!