Friday, April 15, 2011



“meadows stretched and liquefied
and poured into the ocean,
whose waves formed winged beasts that leapt
and fluttered into motion.

colours grew out of the ground
and spread into the sky
a watercolour world with rainbows
fifty stories high

great rocks rose to meet the stars
wishing a better view
the highest peaks were dusted white
each day, pristine and new

for everything a perfect place
a den, a hut, a hive
soon every thing the eye could see
came suddenly alive

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