……………………Ambience
A bucket of color, a bucket of fruit;
A feast for the eyes and healthy to boot.
And some dipped in cream look like mountains with snow,
They taste like the nectar that only gods know.
The lady beside me smells sweet of perfume;
I stroke her soft cheek as a song fills the room.
I say to myself as I’m falling for her,
My senses are simply five kittens that purr.
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photo by Marja Flick-Buijs at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/my0Iqgg/Summer+fruit
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.
The Bard on the Hill 