why wicked wind wanders wherever it wants?
brown branches brave brutal breeze's taunts?
fragile flowers get flown far and frustrate..
bare earth below bears blooms in spate ..
things tan turn lavender till time tells us,
sights that seemed so superficial now startle u thus!
voices vying for visions vindicate my vice,
neighbours who knew green are now newly nice!
east london lies in a lovely little lie,
architecture archaic yet the Rhymonster thinks, its spry,
trees and breeze whip the jacaranda around,
peacefulness personified or paradise on ground??
GREETINGS RHYMONSTER
had been to east london that is on the coast of south africa. it was a beautiful place with whistling wind and ooopsss...let me stop the alliterations here (incidentally alliteration is the only grammer i remember from school. most of my english works on how it sounds when spoken...i wouldnt know a past participle from a present principal...errr whatever) old style construction and beautiful jacaranda trees that go completely lavender in the spring are a sight to behold..