I can see the apple tree through the window, the blue of the April sky -
Small birds hide amongst the new leaves -
Pine trees border the churchyard -
This morning, I found a poem Sophie had written for me -
It was like a treasure discovered in a dreaming house -
Each beautiful word was to be placed inside my heart -
16.00
Wednesday 5 April 2017
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
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