Stolen Moments

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To the washing line I walk in haste
my footsteps chased by time I cannot waste
The grass is dressed in crystalline white
a token of winters caress during the night
The singing birds chorus the morn
to celebrate the sun reborn
The flowers throw of their stoop
rising to meet the sun they are a lovely group
Now as I peg as fast as I can lest I fall behind
clean white sheets gently waving in the wind
I see the sunlight brush the garden
with little rays of light asking for pardon
Like a flick of a wand a new world emerges
to see such magic now my purpose diverges
For this one moment stuck in time
our destiny our paths entwine
A Currawong swoops gently across the lawn
and just like that breaks the spell of dawn
I now know that it is the little things like these
that help fill our lives with peace
These stolen moments to us are the greatest gift
the brightening of a day and of our burdens a lift
These stolen moments our lives are made up of these

• 27 Jul, 2008
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