I watch the dapples on this sun-specked ground,
that dance the rhythm of my summer heart,
rocked in your arms is where my joy is found.
Daily poem: Terza Rima stanza 27
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I watch the dapples on this sun-specked ground,
that dance the rhythm of my summer heart,
rocked in your arms is where my joy is found.
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I do love this so light and joyful 😊
I’m going for a happy ending. Sick of misery 🙂
Yes!! Me too 💜
Life’s too short 🙂
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Thank you for this wonderful poem, Jane! Have a great weekend. Michael
And you, Michael 🙂
Awwww–short and sweet. A delight!
I’m trying to keep this one sweet 🙂