The Sunday Whirl- Wordle # 462

B Warren is the host of The Sunday Whirl


Soft cotton dress caresses her body shyly

She embraces the tall marble columns softly

The cacophony and noise distracts her

Birds calling to each other over her head

Accidentally she spills the can of coal on the floor

Just then the sun breaks through the clouds

A corona of golden color rays showing their covet glory

She flung aside the curtain which covered the window

There in the street was the fishmonger with his cart




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