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| Picture by S Clarkson |
If you call one day
when it’s early here
Bring sunrise tapping
on our door
Among the morning
singing birds
In 'wing sails' cloudless blue-sky soar
Low comfy chairs
reserve your place
Where contentment
lets you be
To find yourself in
your own way
Amid our whisper
sheltered lee
Feel the air that
swirls in tenderness
Poems written mould
your thoughts
Making lighter sense
of modest words
Glide misty curling
smoky quartz
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