Aug 2018
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The larks playing on a summer breeze,
and finches darting in betwixt the trees,
my mind is enthralled by what it sees.
A lark lands on my shoulder,
and it sang to me a secret,
I would love to tell it to you,
but I promised I would keep it.
© Pagan Paul (15/08/18)
The larks playing on a summer breeze,
and finches darting in betwixt the trees,
my mind is enthralled by what it sees.
A lark lands on my shoulder,
and it sang to me a secret,
I would love to tell it to you,
but I promised I would keep it.
© Pagan Paul (15/08/18)
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for my muse ;-)
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for my muse ;-)
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