geranium mornings,
Mulberry nights.
Spring in the air,
sparkle in the sky.
We walk by the peach trees,
wearing pink robe of desire.
with dreamy eyes,
fixed upon the skyline.
a touch of dew,
sway the maverick leaves.
melting blushingly,
into a whiff of breeze.
butterflies gyrate,
to the melodies of spring.
Never knew you could write SONGS !! Just suits your age.
ReplyDeleteNot very happy about two words.See if you culd do something about them.
" Amidst" and " Blushingly"
I would love to see you singing this song with the butterflis