In a fine filigree of lace,
the light drizzle draped
itself about our shoulders
and bejewelled our hair
so that it glittered in the
early morning light.
THE WALK
Published inTwitter Poems
In a fine filigree of lace,
the light drizzle draped
itself about our shoulders
and bejewelled our hair
so that it glittered in the
early morning light.