Beneath the meadow
Was a jewel
Locked in rock
It caused a fool
To turn the meadow
Upside down
Until the jewel
He had found
Then he went
And from his face
Locked his jewellery
Into a safe
And the meadow?
It saw no more
The summer sun
The flowered floor
But it remained
Like a breast torn
Its’ heart gone
Its’ flowers unborn
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I really enjoyed this one. Great story telling. Your flow seems to come so effortlessly from your soul. ♥️
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Katy Claire, thank you.
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I’ve had so many comments today that I’m confused, thank you
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