As requested in the comments on this post, a poem of my own.
The Lindens are in Flower
-
On these nights in July When you must be elsewhere The bedroom still grows
warm And I open the window to breathe. Outside, the lindens are in flower.
When ...
3 days ago
3 comments:
Thanks, John! That's a poem I wish I'd written.
I mean, I wish I was the author of that poem.
You know what I mean.
You're welcome. I know what you mean. Thanks.
Post a Comment