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The Bluebells' Dance  Pic by Pixerella. Awakened by the call of birds at dawn, I follow quietly their lovely song to misty forests hiding in the morn where darkness lingers, but does not belong. From far, I spy a captivating glow; a bluish hue the trees try to conceal. Then from the distance, as the cold winds blow, a million dainty bells begin to peal. A wonderland beneath the blue spring sky where thrushes sing a melody so gay, the bluebells dance, with their skirts wafting high, in wild abandon as they bob and sway. Delightful memories of it remain; I have to wait till spring to see again. Lee Live today as if it is your last For tomorrow will soon be in the past |
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Thank you for the visit and comments. Lee Live today as if it is your last For tomorrow will soon be in the past
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