#WritcoPoemPrompt120

The wind carried words through the sky that blew thee,
Lying on a velvet swing,
Swinging under a tree,
Whilst waiting for the King,
The Queen painting the scene
The roses are red and the tale is not true
The rabbit in the hole had more than what you knew.
The up and the down in the bottle by the door.
Elevations of sensations and the settler of the score.
The adding of the...