Crispy frisky...
Crispy frisky
floating fresh
gently falling free...
Through the sunshine
through the shade
through the tall gum trees...
Soft and swirling
freshest breath
cooling clear and light...
Mounds and patterns
slopes and hills
cold and always white...
Joy Weare,
5th August, 2010.
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