sitting by the edge of the cliff
where the waves lapped against the shore
she turned to the rising sun bathing the sky
and leaned over to softly whisper,
“let’s make music together”
sitting by the edge of the cliff
where the waves lapped against the shore
she turned to the rising sun bathing the sky
and leaned over to softly whisper,
“let’s make music together”
April 28, 2009 at 7:31 pm |
Magnificent images of sensuality!!
April 28, 2009 at 10:08 pm |
Why thanks. Where’d you find the blog?
April 29, 2009 at 9:07 am |
As part of a list of blogs that were writing a poem a day in April- on a blog called Watermark- http://www.sbpoet.com/page/3/
Loved the work. So I subscribed to it. Hope that’s not a problem.
April 29, 2009 at 1:42 pm |
Of course it’s not a problem. We enjoy the readership :o)