Virgin Green
These days are virgin green.
A sultan’s feast upon
our eyes. Satin pillows,
violet’s spring, bluebells
skipping a breezy song.
A child sits, picks
bouquets. Daisies. Clover.
For her mother. These are
her brightest days. Her
curly head unaware of
lonely nights.
Broken hearts.
for dVerse: Quadrille #8. 44 words including the word “skip”. Image is from Unsplash
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