Dulce Art Dolls
Through primrose tufts in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the touch that Dulce leaves.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And Dulce leaves her breathless plan
That there be sweetness there.
William Wordsworth & Me
Dulce Art Dolls Includes:
6 x Dulce Art Dolls
(Made From a World of Handpainted Goodness)
