Blossoms fell from the apple tree -
Soon my life would be transformed -
Now I waited for that moment -
I tried to read the language of the clouds -
I traced the flight of swallows -
None would tell me what the future held -
I'd wait each day for longed for news -
Each minute would balance light and dark -
14.45
Sunday 7 May 2017
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
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