June: A Short Poem
“All in a golden afternoon, under the skies of cloudless blue.”
My arms are spread ‘cross the green bed
Here You are, too.
Our fingers touch, just barely enough
This is the feeling of June.
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“All in a golden afternoon, under the skies of cloudless blue.”
My arms are spread ‘cross the green bed
Here You are, too.
Our fingers touch, just barely enough
This is the feeling of June.
This is a beautiful poem! I love the rhyme scheme!
So sweet! The image of the green bed of young live encapsulated early summer