So Beautiful

your face

white and blue

O sky

I kiss you

in the morning

when I wake

the palm trees sing

of other worlds

the laburnum burns

yellow and gold

and the green river of the leaves flow

the city wakes up slow

the small brown houses sleeping

in grey mist

the white buildings sparkling

like precious stone

and the birds now

their chirping

tells me the dead world

is now alive

we are not perfect

we must admit

they sing

this is sheer magic

the way they arc

silently through the light

you are a symphony being played

you think

you dance like a drum

a red bucket

rolling into place

you splash about and see

the world is water

and the entire neighbourhood

now wakes

to the wonder

as the sky

gathers everyone

in its arms

for a kiss.

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