Beneath emerald leaves
I stand and gaze
Upon a hidden glade
Where tiny bluebells laze
An azure tide
Of sleeping flowers
That doze in dapple shade
And pass away the hours
I dare not move
Nor make a sound
To disturb the flowers
That coat the ground
What bluebells dream
No man can say
Is it more perfect
Than this sunlit day?
I yearn to share
The bluebells' sleep
To share their dreams
In slumber deep














Devious Comments
Comments
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I ride wild storms all through the night,
Dark,hear my call,obey my might...
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antisleep
Lost in a cycle.
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Sorrow looks back, worry looks around, faith looks up.
.:spunj13:.
I like the sound of your poem...your choice of words...
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faith is being sure of what we hope for, and certain of what we do not see.
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