Just a Blanket of Wild VioletsA Poem by NevilleJust
a Blanket of Wild Violets I forget just how many times we made out beneath our favourite tree with no one but the birds, a few buzzing things and the odd bunny watching over us for company .. Indeed, it now seems so very strange to think back on us like that .. Like maybe, we never really played there at all .. Since nothing marks the spot nor the importance of such lost private moments .. No trace of you or me except perhaps for an incongruent blanket of wild violets .. © 2023 NevilleAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on November 22, 2023 Last Updated on November 22, 2023 AuthorNevilleGone West folks....., United KingdomAboutSometimes my imagination get's the better of me and then the pen takes over .. more..Writing
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