Friday, 31 August 2018

lullaby of my day

salt on my skin,
  straight off the sea;
apples and pears,
  straight off the tree.
the last of the plums,
  blushing away;
sun on my shoulders,
  on a lullaby day.
i sink of the winter,
  my rise on the spring;
when all’s right with the world,
  it’s such a wonderful thing.

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