Bedroom window clouds slide across thick and thin amorphorous and free hushing breeze whispers gusts for all to hear shaping pensive dreams.

Whistling wings beat past flapping into wind hiding amongst nestling trees scratching skyward chattering amongst spring leaves.

Beauty forms meander across a passing day,Sculpt love spreading sensations seen on my human walkway.

Urban hills wandering Wellingtonian hearts call home, To this my place of rest.

Up high, Gliding,travelling, beyond my bedroom window.

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