A Spring Poem

A blue–bell springs upon the ledge,A lark sits singing in the hedge;Sweet perfumes scent the balmy air,And life is brimming everywhere.What lark and breeze and ...

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Monday’s Words

Moon marked and touched by sun   my magic is unwrittenbut when the sea turns backit will leave my shape behind.   I seek no favoruntouched by bloodunrelenting as ...

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