White cotton like it lay on the ground
like someone grated it into a soft blanket
pure and flawless
it kissed all around her
embellishing every ounce it touched
White cotton like it lay on the ground
like someone grated it into a soft blanket
pure and flawless
it kissed all around her
embellishing every ounce it touched
Lovely poem and photo… great title. 🙂
Thank you Iris! 🙂
You’re most welcome, my pleasure! 🙂