There is only One

Poem Number Two Just one in the cropBut what a specimen!This one isUniqueFull of flavourHas a kick and a colourThat cannot be repeatedCannot be improved Sure, it is‘Different’And one on its own butThis difference promises asingular pleasureAs italone grew  from a  general cluster of flowers       Singular does not always mean lessIt does not always mean Continue reading “There is only One”