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Daydreaming.
Come walk with me to
sun brushed hills where
gold now gilds the
grass, clover sings its
sweetest song and
white winged daisies
dream beneath our toes.
Come walk with me to
sun brushed hills where
gold now gilds the
grass, clover sings its
sweetest song and
white winged daisies
dream beneath our toes.
So Much Joy
Reminds me of younger days! Places I have seen. Nice one Sue! ~S~
Thank you Stella, it's so
Thank you Stella, it's so nice to be taken back to lovely memories just by a few words, I'm pleased you found this poem did that. Sue.