In the Mist, On The Island of Flowers

In the Mist, On The Island of Flowers

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发布日期: 2017年4月3日
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In the mist, on the island of flowers

I met him, and warmed in embrace.

I lingered against him for hours

with kiss after kiss on my face.

We danced in the dew, and the petals;

our feet were well smeared with the clay.

We laughed at the wind, where it settles

and spins up the leaves in its play.

 

We promised bold things, and tomorrow

(for always tomorrow we swear)

and forgot for a time all our sorrow

while he braided the blooms in my hair.

I made up a tea of Hibiscus;

we drank this, but heard strong oars splash.

Our boat had come back there to whisk us

away, and away, with her plash.


Copyright 2016, Lisa Morris

Hello friends! Wishing you an April full of flowers and romance.

Lisa :)

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