May blossom scents the sunlit room -
A mute bird folds its wings -
Shells murmur their stories -
I remember the warmth of the long hours -
Each breath of rich air I took -
The green path between the trees -
The glimmer of bluebells -
The nowness of every moment -
Tuesday 12 May 2020
The Old School House
East Stoke
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