Beneath the bell- like petals,
I can see a blue bruise for unknown cries,
It hides its shy face
When I wipe my tearful eyes.
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I was amused by the inner beauty of the bluebells when I had a walk along the Como Bridge in Sydney with my family during the Christmas in a few years ago. I could feel a strange solitude on the blue bells that I always do feel within myself.
With the smile of the sunshine from a distant hill, The blue bell shines like a pair of earrings of ocean pearl; The glitter flushes in my heart with a long cherished dream That starts to glow like the pearlscent waterfall. Very nice comparisons. it really shows that you have studied eng. literature....... please write more and publish. you will enrich all of us here. tony