An enclosed garden.
Cloudless skies.
Roses entwine on ancient walls.
Lovers entangle on new mown hay.
“No entry” the sign reads.
I pass on by.
An enclosed garden.
Cloudless skies.
Roses entwine on ancient walls.
Lovers entangle on new mown hay.
“No entry” the sign reads.
I pass on by.
The garden holds delights. XX
Indeed it does Tess. Best. Kevin
I meant ‘hides’ delights.