Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Periwinkle Blue

Comfort is as blue as the sky in the early morning
It sounds of a birds sweet honey melody
It bares the taste of honey green tea 
and the smell of morning dew breeze
Its looks are high in quality, a wet field of delicate roses
Its simple gifts are ones we treasure.
photo by: winjohn
This is a sensory poem by: Alex Brown

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