Show Me Where the Bluebells Grow

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by Requi3mX

by Requi3mX

Show me where the bluebells grow,

In shadowed valleys and tangled dells:

Sweet-scented treasure scattered by

Mossed paths tempered with frost and rays.

Hold me where the cold becks flow,

Through green meadows and barren hills:

Gossiping rivers winding by

Old fields swaying with wheat and hay.

Miss me when the swallows go,

In sun-bronzed skies above the fells:

High-wheeling dancers carried on

Fresh winds promising warmer leys.

Love me when the embers glow,

As the fire dies and the night stills;

Our unspoken thoughts drifting on

Blue smoke wreathes, bidding sweet dreams stay.

12th February 2022 (H)