He has closed eyes, and did not breathe almost....
- Why I do not have wings... - has thought he so sad...
Stood up behind blackberry to bushes...
And secretly tracked down to dance of nymphs...
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Another lovely poem Tsira, the last line was simply stunning. Best wishes, Andrew
A fascinating love story, penned with a very special brush. Your distinctive turn of phrase is always most appealing. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥