Looking down a hill,
the soft breeze blows daffodils
into our faces.
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Comments
A poem read
by spring eyes
opens a path
that turns yellow.
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Andy N
Tue 5th Apr 2022 20:51
Thanks to Russell, Holden and Stephen here also for the like. Loads more to follow here (: