One morning...
The garden - with flowers -
all perfumed and soft -
perfect - a picture -
with shimmer and shade...
The morning - with sunshine -
so warm and alive -
swarming with bird songs -
perfectly played...
The couple - at coffee -
dreaming a muse -
talking and teasing -
a picture of peace...
The ocean - in patterns -
waving a tune -
peaking and falling -
into the crease...
The table - all cluttered -
brimming with taste -
crumby and yummy -
tempting and all...
The corner - enclosing -
hitting so hard -
fading and falling -
into the wall...
Joy Weare,
14th February, 2010.
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