Open Poetry #48 |
La Belle Dame Sans Merci |
Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
. It was summer There were flowers The sun was warm The sky blue With golden peaches On orchard branches Red cherries On vanilla ice cream Her slender figure Moved in shadows Her voice sang songs Without need for words Her eyes were stars To guide my way Know White knight I was once As brave as you And just as good In my tiger days . |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
It was summer. The smell of mown grass. The yellow of dandelions. And a knight who thought I was a lady. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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