The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle #541 ~ #Poetry

I look and see the sky
The ghost waving
Spring rushing through every door
I step outside, my temples throbbing
I scuffle towards the green
My mouth full of stories
Waiting to be whispered
What a boon if I could get them read...

©AnitaDawes2022

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