Beneath my worn feet a city of dreams
where shadows move crystal boats,
the river flows with a calm purity
with the hush of falling snowflakes.
The sun shines down so brightly
on these cliffs of morbid chalk,
the sea stuttering in the distance
with the waves bustling in gently.
Beneath my feet there’s a chance to dream
the willingness and time to cherish thought,
to have the awareness to search and seek
the beauty that hides inside your world.
MJ DUGGAN.
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