Day: July 18, 2017

Waiting…

Such beauty in your pristine edge Precision killer of my stroll When summer’s heat extends — And pant to unclad leg migrates In summer breeze that soothes the soul Exposing flesh to that which rends — No wrath to insects, bees or sheep Just to my naive naked limb From what beneath the ivy bends — ┬ęStephen Tanham

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