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Like a heart
gliding in the sky
Blowing my own trumpet
Like an elephant
I would love to fly
upon a rainbow
Listening to the sound of a violin
Matching colour and sound
Drive a Volkswagen
Rather than lie on a sofa
And have my dinner
At a Californian restaurant
I look with awe at the rising waves
And fear grips me
Then I look up towards the sky
flooded with stars
Through a canopy
Of cloud-kissing redwood trees


©  copyright skm, 10th August 2013

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