As night time comes,
when eyes are closed,
Dreams take me back,
to memories old.
You're standing there,
the air is still,
You smile at me,
from upon that hill.
Remembering,
those days we shared,
Picking bluebells,
without a care.
For they were days of so much fun,
Precious moments,
beneath the sun.
Wait for me,
I'll meet you there,
One day together,
Much time we'll share.
Jayne Louise Davies
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