Munching them blushed our lips alive
just as our thoughts turned red orange
like the sunset sky over Black Mountain
as we ran quietly along gray walk paths
where green and brown grass patches
are mosaiced with the pink of galahs.
Our memories arched rainbows flew
back to us like flocks - crimson rosellas -
elegant like the black swans mutual
and forming heart signs while grays
and browns of free cygnets cheer
afloat silent waters crystal clear
Happy moments forever dear . . .
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 6:24 AM UTC
Munching them blushed our lips alive
just as our thoughts turned red orange
like the sunset sky over Black Mountain
as we ran quietly along gray walk paths
where green and brown grass patches
are mosaiced with the pink of galahs.
Our memories arched rainbows flew
back to us like flocks - crimson rosellas -
elegant like the black swans mutual
and forming heart signs while grays
and browns of free cygnets cheer
afloat silent waters crystal clear
Happy moments forever dear . . .
