For.Cycle Two

... started.Hear dear care the air is close
chases Count into round remember.When
time was slow flowing into ground spin
winds chime my heart beats sweet.two
hear you.


1 comment:

Sunflower Ranch said...

Izzy, I love your summery kind of poem here -- I see and feel and hear bike riding and wind chimes and a muggy afternoon of hearts beating and love. It's that kind of day here! Thanks for bringing me the smile of sharing. :)