The Old Mill Poem by DM W

The Old Mill



The old mill in springtime is surrounded by
The pinks, blues and greens of flowers, streams and trees.
O this is where true peace and harmony lie!
I visualise the unfolding of dreams.

The Old Mill
Sunday, October 3, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: old,dreams,flowers
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