Soon drunk 30/05/201830/05/2018 ~ mungrisdalewriters Peacock fans in trees Smoke turns gold to grey Taste of ash on tongue Over-ripe, flowers seed For next year’s Spring And you say: ‘Another year older,’ We smile, Knowing now That summer is a sweet cup Soon drunk Kath Sunderland SaveSave SaveSave could you pass this info' on to a friend?Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
I love this! The last lines are pure magic!
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