She
When the lips meant to smile seduce..
To just a basic value men reduce...
When the feet walk and charm does produce...
And men walk to her and cry, "truce."
The eyes reflect a tinge, a sparkle,
And there she is around to dazzle,
Men find themselves in the maze n hassle,
Already building in the air new castle.
Her waist isn't thinnest but provocative,
She is her...
Saturday 9th May 2020 10:48 am
The Harp and the Fountain
I fancy the setting here is the House and Gardens of a very large Stately Home of England.
The Harp and the Fountain
Plucked by tumbled fountain waters, arpeggio
harps cascade clear and bright, flow
smooth as polished marble by Michelangelo.
Above, drawn by light, Heaven's trim barouches glow
dream-like through veils of rainbow'd mist,
arrow South a skein of Tundra S...
Wednesday 7th March 2018 1:01 pm
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