Poetry – Still

Picture of a roseIf I breathe

everything will

break.

I capture

the moment

through

half closed lashes.

The grass,

neat as plastic,

trimmed by

endless sheep.

The azure ozone

dusted with clouds

topped by a

golden globe.

A flotilla of geese

wafts

across the

sunglass tinted water.

Green spires stretch

higher

and

higher

till my eyes go numb.

Darting swifts,

graze me

back to

life.

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