Fairy wings and a glittering white mask,
many hues of roses pink, my Charlotte
Brontë doll with her gentle expression
sitting against a background blue cloth
next to my computer with shiny crystal
string draped over her head and she has
her own table, a sea-horse and milk jug
in a Mad Hatter underwater scene
Mugs of hot chocolate sweet - now to
waken with black bitter coffee, this is
paradise reading documents on failure
in fragile Africa which inspire dreams
of a new dawn, African tribes meeting
500 years ago and today we unified as
one in various shades, from hot copper,
orange and pink to creamy chocolate
Variety is our joy and our camaraderie
overcomes problems eventually - thus
I love to be here in an open-plan office
[6/10/2014]
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