A whistle blows – silence grows
Alerted to a warning
Like iridescence in the sky
One lustrous summer morning
Darting from the here and now
The future’s in alignment
To my cloud – I float – I fly
A life’s divine refinement
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With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem.
I contribute to Cosmofunnel where you’ll find a guided universe of poetry and art.
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