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Saturday, January 23, 2010

Vines

his arms vine round hers
fingers creep green, but hopeful
their love will blossom

(for Poetwist's Twitter prompt: Vine)

3 comments:

human being said...

beautiful!

love's winding path ends in 'wine'... not all vines get there...

RNSANE said...

Nice one, Francis.

Francis Scudellari said...

@HumanBeing Yes, unfortunately they don't. More reason to celebrate and drink deep when they do :).

@RNSANE Thanks. Sometimes I can get sentimental.