twilight moonrise
winged plump putti descend cumulus clouds....
silvered in a spring rainstorm
they flit round maypole....lavender satin streaming
i'm awed in hammock
my love he's raptured to....twilight moonrise my
quick a plundered vessel
hope of the roses had dreamt....of reunion for arc
of hearts to soar
Copyright © Regina Elliott | Year Posted 2024
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