Wednesday 21 July 2010

Whisper this poem on a summer day

Bright blue
Leaf like
Life like
Shapes brush each other
Through a sky of green.

Inhale grass cut rustically
Breathe silence.

Distant cars trying to be heard
On the cool breeze
Are shushedby the birds.

Rooted to the shade
Close your eyes
fade to sleep.

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