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The Secret Grove
Lilies and rose petals,
Little red, pink and yellow medals.
Ambient winds brush through the grove,
Descending in the well I was told.
The drooping stems of lilac,
A medley among the daisies and orchids.
They nuzzle the ground under the dialect
Of the wandering winds.
The grove is bright and wondrous but hidden.
A sole lover may explore on a path forbidden.
I heed you take care if you ever reach these lands,
Mannerism is not nature of the hands.
Little red, pink and yellow medals.
Ambient winds brush through the grove,
Descending in the well I was told.
The drooping stems of lilac,
A medley among the daisies and orchids.
They nuzzle the ground under the dialect
Of the wandering winds.
The grove is bright and wondrous but hidden.
A sole lover may explore on a path forbidden.
I heed you take care if you ever reach these lands,
Mannerism is not nature of the hands.
Published 17th May 2013
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Anonymous
17th May 2013 3:47pm
Madame_de_Maison,
A shame to keep such a bright and wonderous grove hidden. But, so much of the fun is in exploration ; ) Enjoyed!
Welcome to DU!
tornado
A shame to keep such a bright and wonderous grove hidden. But, so much of the fun is in exploration ; ) Enjoyed!
Welcome to DU!
tornado
18th May 2013 5:08am
