A boat, a windmill,
And clouds of crushed blackberry,
Against a fiery sky.
The world is awash with colour,
Reflected back in the waters
Of the canal.
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Changing the street lights,
In Kensington Row.
To brighten up dark nights,
With a welcoming glow.
A precarious position,
Requiring a good head for heights,
I’m a man on a mission,
Helping local suburbanites.
So stand back please ladies,
And give me some room,
I’m brightening Hades,
Relieving your gloom!
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Where do I end and where do you start?
We’re joined at the head and joined at the heart.
We wake in the night and talk through ideas,
Of our hopes and intentions, our worries and fears.
We might madden each other, but never for long,
Because the love that we share is so constant and strong.
There is just one puzzle, one minor regret,
Why did we experience misery before we finally met?
I guess there’s an answer, we needed those lows,
To discover our passion, a mutual love that just grows.
Where do you end, and where do I start?
We are one perfect package with one beating heart.
Photo: Anna Kunst