Poetry, Day Seven: Flavor
Light Pink Octagon
Sweetness is a thief
Sneaking across my tongue, lighting a fire in my brain
quietly
Sweetness is pink
Sweetness lingers in the air
a cool breeze on a hot day
it is the glitter upon freshly fallen snow
Sweetness is pink
Dang, you’re getting to be quite the accomplished poet. Nicely crafted.
Thank you Lori!
I really am trying and I’m really enjoying the exerpience.