Friday 21 August 2020

Gossamer Dreams : A Poem

Why am I so happy?

Is it the magic of his words
gossamer dreams
of long summer walks?
Or secret coffee dates
scribbled whispers
& endless midnight talks?

Or is it the heady fragrance
in feathered touches
of yellow marigolds?
Or just my heart
wrapping me
in delightful silver folds? 

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