Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Friday, February 10, 2017
Sightings on a Friday morning
Three chains of the hills
mistaken for mountains
greenery, shrubs, sheep and a shepherd sleeping
little sighting on a Friday morning
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