Benjamin Posted June 10, 2015 Share Posted June 10, 2015 sweetness pervades the springtime bowers and memories created here from your innocuous small flowers dance in the spaces far from fear they bring with them a soft elation that borders on intoxication yet something's there-- just out of reach distilled from spears of dark green leaf for when racemes wither in summer and autumn turns your berries black cold shears and secateurs will hack-- the wheelbarrow will squeak and blunder and compost in the silent dell exude a secret almond smell Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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