I was walking by a field one day
early in the month of May.
The buds were in rich splendour
getting ready with their finery.
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How many lovers have gone off to foreign shores, never to return to lovers once more... reminds me of a war time tale, loved it my friend as i love most of your tales..10
She was sitting by a small stream looking at her reflection in the clear water there. ................................ It is beautiful and noble poems, thanks that you such/ 10... Sincerely, Tsira