The violets under the willow,
green grass in the meadow.
The sunlight against the maple,
up against a rolling knoll.
YOU ARE READING
The Beauty Of The Night And Other Poems
PuisiPoetry that I wrote myself, Weaved in my mind. That no one else saw, For it was late when the inspiration came . But now there's more than just three, There here for you to read. And I hope that, You enjoy them all.
Memories.
The violets under the willow,
green grass in the meadow.
The sunlight against the maple,
up against a rolling knoll.
