Wearing a gaudy shirt ...

Once I wore a gaudy shirt - 

Annick wore a dress made of summer - 

I'd climb the hill above the drowsy fields - 

I'd follow the waxing moon across the sky - 

I'd sit cross legged with my Scheherazade - 

I'd hear her tales through the fragrant night -  

She'd blow her smoke into my mouth -

The river would reflect the listening stars - 

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Wednesday 22 2017

Salisbury Plain

Wiltshire