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Small Pebbles

Quartz
There, on the warm sand,
among golden shells,
a pure white stone glistens.

It is exactly,
as a small boy, I
imagined my soul might look.


Gibraltar Harbour
Beneath the surface
like ethereal spirits
a school of Mullet.


Blackbird
Through the fine rain haze,
the dark flash of wing, and a
bright orange eye-ring.


Jan
Soft slipper'd steps in
the hallway; song sweetly humm'd -
gentle sounds of love.

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Storm
Drum of bins falling
the sound of bottles rolling -
a strong west wind howls.


Storm 2
Thrush in the Lime tree -
branches dancing in the wind -
shelter from the storm.


Storm 3
Slate falls from the roof,
shatters on the footpath;
creates a fine pattern

 
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