Frolicking festoons
A bit of green peeking out
from the pages of a book
seems to be saying...
waiting for those caring hands
to pick me up so that
me and my friends can
swing merrily, high up,
as fresh n' welcoming festoons,
over doorways,
over heads passing through,
that are
sometimes wise, at times funny, sometimes young, at times old.
from the pages of a book
seems to be saying...
to pick me up so that
me and my friends can
swing merrily, high up,
as fresh n' welcoming festoons,
over doorways,
over heads passing through,
that are
sometimes wise, at times funny, sometimes young, at times old.
Very creative! World view of leaves - liked the concept of your blog
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