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clyne gardens, swansea ..
spend the day with the scent
of wild garlic in my head,
and bluebells and buttercups
ev'rywhere I tread. I cannot
write anymore, but then
what more needs to be said ..
Published 8th May 2018
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8th May 2018 1:26am
Sounds like spring in Europe. I miss that sometimes. Simple pleasures, memories from my past.
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sometimes poetry needs no words it just is the actual scene - I feel that way about the forest :-))))))
Excellent Ink :-))))))))))))))))))))
Excellent Ink :-))))))))))))))))))))
