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Flying a wing tip glidesFlying by ~Lauzzi-C
slicing the afternoon air
the reef rearing its sandy head
icy sea draught
rocky islands spread
like sunburnt freckles
across the ocean
its clear blue face
tightly packed Chieftain
sunnies, boardies, jeans
sunbleached and peroxide hair
blondes, reds, browns
colours of vibrance
a golden sunset
the burnt orange orb
sinking past the clouds
the horizon swallows
now it’s gone
a wing tip glides
slicing the cold night air
The Senses You know that feeling you get, all alone, out in the wilderness, does anybody else exist in this huge empty world? To connect with the outside senses. The prickly grass growing from the gravely hard earth, just like it used to be down grandma’s hill, didn’t that used to be painful, racing down in the billy cart, grinding to a halt as the wheels grab on the turf, sliding sideways, sprawled across the dirt.The Senses by ~Lauzzi-C
Then there’s that awful silence, as if you’re waiting for someone to scream, to be gently bought back to reality by a soft twittering of a blackbird as its sits on the old broken fence p
Old Friends sweat and dirty blankets, that stiff bristle brushOld Friends by ~Lauzzi-C
you hated it, I know, on your shiny chocolate coat
velvety soft muzzle, those teeth always threatened
you rest your head, in my arms so warm
a nugde, a rub, your favourite place to scratch
laying on the grass together, your ears flickering
how many times did mum find us, both a little burnt
gently sloped, a touch of heel
steady hoof beats, in change of pace
a balmy sea breeze, off hilltop’s crest
bursting energy, with freedoms embrace
soothe the anger, a defenseless soul
a hint of saddle oil, polished to bright
sand and spray, we’re together again at last
a gentle
Tender 
Sta.sh
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