She

She

A Poem by andrew mitchell
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playing with words!!

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High as a kite she flies
Pulling her strings she laughs.
Tickled is her fancy, smiling
Playing her piano keys, last.

Her heart dancing, she sings.
On the table displayed
Consumed love, we gave.
Naked is the worship she brings.

Shared culinary pleasures,
Memories fondly remembered;
Sacred are her treasures
Of times that cannot be measured.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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Added on August 9, 2015
Last Updated on August 9, 2015

Author

andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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