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Under the blue jacaranda that swayed in the soft spring breeze I breathed in the scent of her lavender blossoms, recalling the moment in dreams Before me were rows of her sisters lining the old town streets Ringing their bell flowers, calling me in - my blue jacaranda trees In the gardens were flowers and trees of the world, exploding with colours in glorious hues Lit up by coral trees’ fire like glow, all through the city where ever you’d go The pink of the silk trees, mimosas of white Jasmines of yellow that shone in the light Flames of the forest that Cook brought so far, burning bright orange and seen from afar Flowers like birds and their scents filled the air, Angels Trumpet the Lilies on show everywhere Under the blue jacaranda, I savoured the views in peace Her leaves were like fern and her shade cooled me down as I sat in the warm spring breeze And dreamed that one day I would travel her way if over the seven seas Ringing her bell flowers, calling me in. My Blue Jacaranda trees ...
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Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC
Under The Blue Jacaranda
Under the blue jacaranda that swayed in the soft spring breeze I breathed in the scent of her lavender blossoms, recalling the moment in dreams Before me were rows of her sisters lining the old town streets Ringing their bell flowers, calling me in - my blue jacaranda trees In the gardens were flowers and trees of the world, exploding with colours in glorious hues Lit up by coral trees’ fire like glow, all through the city where ever you’d go The pink of the silk trees, mimosas of white Jasmines of yellow that shone in the light Flames of the forest that Cook brought so far, burning bright orange and seen from afar Flowers like birds and their scents filled the air, Angels Trumpet the Lilies on show everywhere Under the blue jacaranda, I savoured the views in peace Her leaves were like fern and her shade cooled me down as I sat in the warm spring breeze And dreamed that one day I would travel her way if over the seven seas Ringing her bell flowers, calling me in. My Blue Jacaranda trees ...
joanna-garrido
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61/F/West Yorkshire
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC
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