Friday, 11 May 2007

Relaxed back into a chair
hair top the light changing colour of
bottled poured Daffodils
playfully throwing the spring sun back
to the sky
Sounds of conversation
rolls across the grass
tall walls hang
from the castle side
to provided an edge for
blue flowers
and moss
somewhere for the laughter to bounce
Cares carried past
hooked by the clouds
This country pail is the perfect spot for Pimms
just like a fucking ad
I am relaxed by the
Sheer green solid blue
and the freshness of silence

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