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Saturday, 19 July 2014

A poem.

A beautiful spring morning with sunlight bright and golden,
birdsong fills the air like a symphony adorning,
green meadow grasses wave and dance on breeze so soft,
any chance I can have my lens back Cliff?
with warmth and a welcome it brings.
the first season I am to know,
it is the sunlight and the glowing,
so little darkness I come to know,
you've had it for 3 weeks now and I have'nt heard from you.
gone are the cold winter nights with frost and a chill,
flee from me keepers of the gloom,
seasons are just emotions,
 like the wind they rise and they fall,


Seymour said...

There's a subliminal message there somewhere.......

Slaphead said...

There certainly is... i want my f... lens back.

Randal M Snowdrop said...

The peoples poet speaks to us once again https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VnZnnkJxoC8

tiger said...

Lens, what lens....?