31 January 2014


Splendour, like a spell of morning,
Fresh wakeful breeze upon the air
And clouds that dance as lovers fawning 
While light reflects everywhere.
Poems in the sunlight bold,
Dewy grass and misted breath,
Songs in tiny wings unfold, 
Falling leaves and scattered death. 
Shadows long over in happy eyes,
Memories short-lived in tantalizing sighs
All for the walk of a handsome man
And the splendour of a smile that could rule the skies. 

(August 2013) 

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