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Friday 22/02/19 The Skies

The sky’s amazing,
The way it changes its look,
Time and time again.

The sky’s playful clouds,
Blue and white in many shapes,
My constant delight.

Misty morning roads,
Making things to dissappear,
And lights shining bright.

It’s not very cold,
Wet, yes it’s wet, you feel it.
Good to get inside.

The London Griffins,
Still survive, they’re well hidden.
Magical creatures!

I want to find them,
Photograph and keep them all,
Safe where I can see.

They say there’s no worth,
Of something given freely.
Even a poem.

I don’t believe it,
The poem speaks for itself.
Sometimes so loudly.

Taking moon photos,
What is it about the moon?
A lunatic thing?

It fascinates me,
The way it looks and appears,
I like how it hangs.

Manipulating,
My photographs of the moon,
Make it look so strange.

Enough nagging doubts,
Escape now, deliverance!
Easy nearly days.

Early no deals?
Endure new development.
Enjoy new delays.

Calm and in control,
I subscribe to this concept.
Oh no, not today!

Say it as it is,
Sometimes it has to be said!
Unrependant stand.

Don’t speak Portuguese
But like Ana Noura songs,
Seems to calm this beast.

The train’s just pulled in,
People get ready to leave.
The day now begins.

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The moons bright tonight,
Full and moving clouds away,
It shining boldly.

The sky cold and clear,
But still the weather is good.
Spring is keen to come.

The bindings undone,
Pages fall on to the floor.
Covering the cracks.

The cup is half full,
That’s hopeful, yet, getting cold.
The cup’s move aside.

Dramatic white clouds
Fill the blue sky just enough.
To form great contrasts.