And when the flowers die,

Leaving empty space in air

That once their perfume filled.

When colour,

Vital as life itself,

Departs my eyes for good,

My thoughts return to hedgerows.

Wandering fields from whence love began,

And I will hold your hand, even in death.

◄ Billy the Hero/Bedtime

Dear Roger ►


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Robert Mann

Tue 13th Aug 2019 23:53

Keith/Don - thanks very much guys. Short, but poignant.

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Don Matthews

Tue 13th Aug 2019 23:40

So nice Rob.....

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keith jeffries

Tue 13th Aug 2019 19:03

Brief yet filled with a special quality worthy of nostalgia.
Thank you

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