Her apple

An extract from ”A bowl of cherries”
http://gentledove2.wordpress.com/a-bowl-of-cherries

My rhymes will keep you company
until your journey ends
you and I are passengers
we might as well be friends.
I went down to the market place
to see what I could buy,
and as I looked a little girl
just happed to catch my eye.
As she trailed behind her mum
a shiny red apple, [...]

Charlotte

Charlotte breathes the morning
honeysuckle on the fence.
Touched in shades of softness
fragrant confidence.
The sun has kissed her hair,
early breezes blush her cheek.
She walks in gentleness,
willows bow down to hear her speak,
honesty, settled as heaven’s dew,
her smile is slow but worth the waiting,
she expects the same of you.
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