These are my musings and observations on my daily life, loves and the laughter that are all a part of my experience of living now in the shires of England.
Friday, 25 January 2013
Untitled 7 - poetry by Marjorie H Morgan
Your arms, to me,
are the safety of a walled city,
are the keys to unlock the warmth
of the sun.
© Marjorie H Morgan (2013)
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