My red arrow whistles past the trees
Fresh from the bow pulled and sprung
And just for you it aims
All my good intentions
Soaring through the air
A safe whoosh as it flies just by
You may never know it is me
Who passes so close ruffling your hair
Perhaps you'll feel nothing
But the spent breath
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Author:
Lorna (
Offline) - Published: February 14th, 2018 04:32
- Category: Love
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Such a fresh and vibrant approach to Valentine's Day dear Lorna - I love the punch of those final two lines.
And lots of chocolates for you today Fay!!!!!
Let's hope our targets are worthy of full quivers! Love this little beauty.
And that they even notice! But then maybe shooting the arrow off is better than receiving it........... always a gamble! Happy day Heather.........
Beautiful illustration of Your LOVE for us All ! I love the Native American culture ~ love the picture "CUPID pull back your BOW" ................ ! I have written a POEM on the HAVSUPAI TRIBE who live 10 miles into The Grand Canyon but its publication coincided with that awful Helicopter tragedy so I will post it next week ~ OK Yours as always ~ Valentine HUGS ~ BRIAN @@@
Everly Brothers! Now I'll have to go and play that.
interesting lorna .. i love the idea of the red arrow soaring through the air
Ta Charlotte - she seems to have more fun shooting them than hitting the target. Enjoy your day!
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