A Sunday spent
sauntering around the streets
Of London
Two days later
rain would enter our minds
This day however
Only sun rays
Mosaic on the
wall
The flower stall
men
Petals on the
streets were rubbish
Not a squirrel in
sight
Chopin
Trailblazers like
comets
Coming soon
To mark the end
of a delightful day
Shine but May
sunshine
Light as day
Trillips and
trollips across
The tundra
Not a drink in
sight
Chopin
Sunday nights
are’mystery to me - too
Daunting a task
to comprehend
Spent alone in
the woods
All alone in the
moods
Swing from the
moon
Moon mook
Amok
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