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beauty in a flower,dreaming of a love that is not yours.
Submitted:Apr 4, 2012 Reads: 23 Comments: 1 Likes: 0
My bluebell.
Oh pretty bluebell,
Like a jewel on the forest floor.
Shall I pick just one of you?
Shall I pick more?
Beauty to the eye you are,
Yet so soon you are gone.
I will hold you to my heart a while,
A last dream, just one.
Each spring you come,
I wait for you each time,
Just for little while I hold my love,
But only you bluebell can be mine.
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