My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #110 With her flushed neck and face, She is a damask rose Entwined by tendrils of waist-length hair. She gasps, moonstruck at the care And flawless delicacy of the vignette, The frontispiece of a book she hasn’t read yet: Poetry that will melt her with metaphors, Set alight a […]
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