It was as if I were a painting …
abstract splash of colour …
no subject …
a road …
people walking …
over weight …
angry …
Category: poem
Under a Lemon Tree, Poetry by Osman Welela
I hear a tinkling,
A sound part gurgling,
As water laughs in a fountain unseen,
While I rest my head with a lean
On the rough skin of a wood
I sit under with a contented mood.
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