Jacaranda blooms
falling
Violet on the green grass
and there goes another
part of my memory.
As a lone honey eater
takes flight,
I see butterflies
flutter on the soft breeze,
Pongo strolling across the roof,
the washing billowing in the wind.
I ought to say 'bye bye'
Soon there will be no colour left.
Spring Seizure
falling
Violet on the green grass
and there goes another
part of my memory.
As a lone honey eater
takes flight,
I see butterflies
flutter on the soft breeze,
Pongo strolling across the roof,
the washing billowing in the wind.
I ought to say 'bye bye'
Soon there will be no colour left.
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