Made From Scratch

Cupped palms lathering mounds of oozing enchantment,
dimpled knuckles squishing games of teeter totter,
tousled red hair glowing above budding determination,
sun - kissed toes stomping an island of flutted edges,
splattering cobwebs skirting pale blue lighthouses;
triumphal giggles chiming a carousel of innocence.

by Barbara Moyer

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Profound concept
This is just enchanting. Love the picture you draw with your pen. Barb