An abundance of bluebells,they're painting my lawn.
A garden, a blaze with such lush vegetation.
At the moment, just a mere sea of green, not burst into bud yet.
When they do my garden will be wearing purity; freshness, dressed in a flash mauve overcoat.
My garden's more wild than my child, a daughter, near busting. Soon to oust the fresh piece of life growing inside her; he the infant soon due to be born.
The bud of her belly is blooming, as like the bluebells he's soon to break free.
(C) OLIVIA
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
An abundance of bluebells,they're painting my lawn.
A garden, a blaze with such lush vegetation.
At the moment, just a mere sea of green, not burst into bud yet.
When they do my garden will be wearing purity; freshness, dressed in a flash mauve overcoat.
My garden's more wild than my child, a daughter, near busting. Soon to oust the fresh piece of life growing inside her; he the infant soon due to be born.
The bud of her belly is blooming, as like the bluebells he's soon to break free.
(C) OLIVIA
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