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Bluebell woods

I love bluebells, 
I like their deep scent, 
the way they jingle invitingly in the spring breeze, 
their delicate blanket patchworked by trees,
brief but bold blues against verdant greens, sparkling with white anemones.
This year I look at them and all they are doing is reminding me of the colour of your eyes.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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