Searching Bluebell Wood
In springs frost
the dance begins again
Four four time
and fluttering wings
rapid beat
and anxious breath
Here in a cold grey mornings rage
a damp sun failed to rise
it rains in the drip of quietness
while I exhale on life's stage
All around is strewn with a sparkling light
unwelcome in their private realm
I find the road and walk back home
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