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FULL
Full!
And true!
They’re so full!
Linens billow,
filled with the Spring breeze,
which fills them, filt’ring through,
leaving scents of all Springtime.
I remember them today:
The scent of fresh bed-sheets!
Fresh, cool, starched cotton,
hung, dried on lines
between poles
where we
played
I recall those ‘scents’ in mind!
my heart knows this mode, too,
so inspired, at ease!
I was loved TRUE!
I loved WELL!
SHE knew!
Well!
What did you decide to call this? I like the challenge of the syllables. I may give it a try if you don't care.
Now I am going to probably appear illiterate to you but ~ what exactly does Mon Couer mean? LOL
Lesa