Brimful of sigh-wonder,
eyes stroke the birth-colours of the morning,
exploding the sparkle in the shimmer-windows
into the music of bubbling laughter, laughter, laughter,
and like a unicorn
prancing
at the gates of peace,
or a vixen protecting her young,
or an albatross winging the wide ocean sky,
the day bursts into bloom.
(22 August 2011)
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