A wine red color hunts me.
A flower stares into my face and this magic, magic place will not abandon me.
The owl bathed in the flower fountain across the street.
while the wine red color hunts me.
~ by Aquatic Poetry on October 12, 2010.
Posted in Poetry Tags: Aquatic Poetry, digt, everyday scenario, magic, magic place, malene raun, owl, poem, Poetry, wine red
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