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The swathes of bluebell,
A rose with few thorns.
Beyond the horizon,
Beyond the sky.
The warmth of the sun,
The chilling rain.
That infectious laugh was like the breeze in a field of bluebell.
Bitter was the wind,
Sweet was the mind.
It was hard to choose the right path,
For it was hard to do the math.
Swaying with the bluebells in the field,
It was hard to tell if she was healed.
-Moon
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PoetryA poetry book that aims to touch your heart and soul. A poetry book that aims to inspire. 1) Dandelion 2) Lily 3) Ivy •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Cover by:- @Vizelite
