Unblemished
White wispy clouds like Irish lace
Cast a cloak o'er the mountains face
While crisp blue skies reach for the sea
Preen like proud peacocks so that we
Can taste the beauty they possess
And perfection with our eyes caress
Copyright © Bob Quigley | Year Posted 2011
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