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We walk alone, towards the sight
There are the fragrant roses bright,
Bees sip nectar, queen kisses drone.
Towards the sight, we walk alone.
In our old age, we hail flowers.
Grown tall after the last showers:
Tulips and bluebells are the rage.
We hail flowers, in our old age.
See the great pond, with insects bright,
As dragonflies fly, what a sight.
Making love for they have a bond.
With insects bright, see the great pond.
In the large pool, swans glide along,
Some cygnets follow growing strong,
Best for them not to play the fool.
Swans glide along, in the large pool.
The small bell rings, it's closing time.
Back home, rickety stairs we climb.
Happy for now we feel like kings.
It's closing time, the small bell rings.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2024
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