rolling hills and waterfalls
nature at its best
the clear blue sky
the wind brushing my hair
birds sing as I walk
the autumn leaves
the colours of the rainbow
make my day all bright
Shop till I drop is my guilty pleasure
Shoes and bags and anything fashionable
Should I be at fault or think to be pure?
A nice cappuccino when feeling all a jumble.
Or a cup of tea in a fine bone china cup
Fling into the sky like all so many figs
Fill to the edge with milk, fill up my cup
Dancing many zumbas, many latins, many jigs.
Taking photos is also on my list of pleasure
It goes well with travelling and cycling
My heart moans with hyper activated pleasure
And nothing else could stop me from trying.