Sprouting
On a wicker chair
In a backyard nook
Without a fence
Down by the brook
It seemed as if
I had no cares
While sprouting in
The sun's rays there
I planted torments
Never shared
Lying dormant
Buried unaware
The floral scents
Flourish in the air
Engulfing presence
Surrounds my chair
And so I sit
In my backyard nook
Without a fence
Down by the brook
Sprouting in
The sun's rays there
Poetry by melanie sue
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Written on 2009-09-13 at 23:09
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