I Enjoy Poetry Ode To An Oak Leaf Wit Pointed edges you hang Like fingers reaching out To grasp breaths of air As they flow by drifts Flowing on the wind As segments of veined leaf Like dragon wing segments Open against the breeze With other just like it Hanging...This is a truncated preview of the original post. Press here to view the full post. Post Comment Receive notifications Add a comment...
· Reply · Translate · May 30, 2016 