At The Beach From The High Window

sea breeze
soft silk on your cheeks
the curtains dance
Beethoven

it is morning

outside the slender
fingers of sun
caress the petals of
the red Chinese
flower

i am giggling.

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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