Best Bergamot Poems

Just the scent of  tea with the bergamot

brought back memories of what I had forgot...

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I wasn't born
in Ballarat
or Bendigo
Rome wasn't close
I was born
near Reggio Calabria
many eons ago....

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Have I not yet awoke,
since last I wandered bare, 
in fields of bergamot and smoke,
and spring morning’s air,
blowing a little more brilliant,
holding my beloved's prayer.



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