Underneath my fingernail,
there is a flower.
Beneath the leaves
of the tree of life,
there is light.
Take me to where
knowledge does not exist;
So that my face
can always say: -
Ignorance is bliss.

Copyright Dorothy E. M. Blayney
21st January 2025.

He has olive skin like a spaniard.
His chestnut coloured hair
shines like the sun.
His happy, go lucky, demeanour
glows in his smile;
Just like magic.
He broke my heart once: -
but all is forgiven,
as he has made it up to me now
by never leaving my side.

By: Dorothy Elizabeth Mary Blayney
Copyright 26th January 2025.