Harbour #life White crystals glide across the glass mirror, Leaving v shaped trails behind them, The enchanting elegant beggars With their regal angel wings Peacefully scavenge for mud and weed, As the smell of garlic bread lurks in the air, Neon orange beaks turn from side to side When thier long dainty necks stand up tall, The honeycome of buildings patrol on their duites and the poison green water ripples to the edge. The posh expensive boats bob up and down On teal seas, As night falls the birds fly home And darkness prowls.
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