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Peter Wilson Poem
Barefoot amongst the bluebells
Beneath the canopy of trees so high,
A sea of bluebells catches the eye,
A soft carpet of petals and leaves,
As I tread barefoot, my soul perceives.
The fragrance of spring fills the air,
A symphony of scents beyond compare,
My steps light and free, without a care,
Through the bluebells, I wander and stare.
Peter Wilson.
Copyright © Peter Wilson | Year Posted 2023
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