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The Beautiful Things

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Just after the sun has set,

when you see your loves silhouette.

The breeze cool upon your suntanned face,

You walk up to our favourite place.

The view unfolds there is no limit,

sky now changes by the minute.

Hues and tones forever change,

clouds, the wind now rearrange.

Smiles there are upon the wall,

do not compare as I recall.

Hair flows down the contours of your face,

the gentle touch of your embrace.

The neighbourhood birds preparing for night,

perch upon the branch and cease their flight.

Their song give praise to the evening fare,

voices all call our maker to declare.

This sky bound canvas has us in awe,

the artist, the maker of our law.

To capture a moment of time,

imparts beauty to rhyme.

Pablo – January 2019