I saw a flower
in the shrubs of snowy dust
the little young flower
winkling and smiling
in the lonely path
spreading her fragrance
and beauty; her reddish
lips getting more crimson
in the snowy dust
seeking love of stars
to hold her tightly
in his arms like steel
for realisation of warmth.
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
Keenly observed and intensely felt.