Friday poem
Feb. 8th, 2025 09:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
drippedonpaperSparkling dewdrop
Cobweb becomes art.
Morning light
Filters thru the fence
Touching all I see
With gold.
Morning always comes.
Cobweb becomes art.
Morning light
Filters thru the fence
Touching all I see
With gold.
Morning always comes.
