Tuesday, 29 July 2014


 This year we flew through clouds of puffed white
 and landed in a country of mountains and mists
walked in places of pilgrimage and rugged beauty
ate on balancing balconies overlooking rooftops
 and fed on frescoes

 we boated to small islands
with glorious gardens
 and under searing skies
 we wished for windows
that looked out on to this...

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