The first bud that spreads A Hawthorne’s kiss What Nature sprinkles You might just miss Four and twenty braveheart roses Stand as shields to the wind Fighting the invisible tides like Moses Whatever mirth that brings Great hues of blues and purples Texture the land and sings As cooing birds and highland cattle do in spring Sprigs of gorse flutter in the westerly wind Champagne moments tinged with sunshine emulate the petals as golden trinkets That are given in peacetime
By Sam Fawcett
Picture taken at Ballindalloch Castle, Moray, Scotland, UK.
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What makes us human, I believe is becoming to be stamped out. Words are so important, both spoken and on the page. Words make up the most powerful elements of our humanity. So, I'm feeling supersonic, why me why not?
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