Bluebells

BluebellsBluebells found but what was lost
In the shade of the watery woods
Birch living crumbling tumbling
And the oaks so proud watched silent
As we talked of bud and bloom
And all that was and was to come
The ancient landscape vibrant
Shaking waking breathing in
Hands were held and kisses planted
Bluebells found when we were lost
In the shade of the watery woods

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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