Strolling through golden autumnal meadow Leaves rainbow turning warm in cooling breeze Still cling fast to strong wizened trees
By Wendolyn Walker5 years ago in Poets
The heart's violin plays a wondrous melody, A simple tune that spans long distances, Brick walls crumble beneath with the impact,
A soft knocking on the door alerted the dog that someone had come to visit. He looked at his mistress relaxing in a steamy bath then ran out of the room. Another knock at the door, startled the dog into barking as he ran between rooms.
By Wendolyn Walker5 years ago in Filthy
