Betwixt a crimson west of sunset
Rainbow-crowned thunder cloud on the east
Swept by ferocious gales
Lay Tucson waiting
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Thank you for taking me to Tuscan. You made me want to see this place. Her locks scattered - such imagery Stoked her insanity as she giggled - so expressive Don’t ask stupid mind She is a mother, she knows - my best lines.
Very good. Should get this published in the weekend issue of AZ Daily Star.
Wow...... to be brief......... Amazing write! What a captivating picture of Tuscan with her locks scattered by the wild winds and her head pillowed on Santa Rita, voluptuously waiting for her mate, the Sky to descend! How like a sweet mother, she hid her tiny ones in safe pockets when the elements grew violent! Top marks!
A lovely poem, Madathil. I would like to visit there one day too
In a rainy night the beauty of Tuscan so nicely painted.