So, here is a little poem I wrote for my creative writing class. I was channeling Ezra Pound when I wrote this :)
Let me know what you think!
Romance
Red-lipped flowers droop
Beneath frost, born of night,
And kiss the blades
Of spring-green grass, who reach
To return the favor.
Red Poppies in Grass painting by Luiza Vizoli
Totally stole this poem! (I quoted you, of course!) But I'm thinking I might write it up fancifully on a poster or something! Keep 'em coming, chica!
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