Watching
A long necked goose flies over Cyprus,
Then slowly disappears before us,
A sword now comes, straight and true,
It too vanishes into the blue
Mountains form and tumble down,
Faces appear to make us laugh or frown,
We lie here on this warm and balmy day,
Watching clouds form and drift away.
© Dave Timperley June 2014
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