Saturday, 1 June 2013

King of the hill

A sun glowing
With optimism
Sits behind a hill
That has dressed
For visitors.
Crenellated castles
Have formed on flowers
All pearly white,
While butterflies
Watch sparrows in
The towers of the Carob trees;
And scattered leaves
All crunchy fodder
Sweep past thorns,
Crowned and regal.
Whistling to jasmine
The east wind
Blows in a
New perspective.


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