august rain

Standing at my open window
I scent the garden below,
Sweetened by this August rain.
Some have never seen
The garden made green
By rain.
But must,
inhale dust.
And black tarmac.

	K Morris Poet on Table Dancing
	K Morris Poet on Table Dancing
	V.M.Sang on Table Dancing
	K Morris Poet on Table Dancing
	K Morris Poet on Indifference

K Morris – Poet

Kevin Morris poet

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