Her short skirt.
His crisp white shirt.
Her heels
Too high
Fail to reach the sky.
Flowers on a quilt
Can not wilt
But will fade
With age.
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Her short skirt.
His crisp white shirt.
Her heels
Too high
Fail to reach the sky.
Flowers on a quilt
Can not wilt
But will fade
With age.
A lovely poem, Kevin.
Many thanks, Robbie. I am delighted you like my poem. Best, Kevin