Smiles the choice of rose hips hue

by

M A Heathcote

Who brings me the tears of rainbows blue?
And smiles the choice of rose hips hue
Who brings me the moons gentle dew?
With kisses soft, as slender new

Who brings me the laughter of bluebells white?
And dances those greens like a garden sprite
Who bring me the azure mornings light?
Like a thistledown angel lost in flight

Who brings me the meadows flowing flaxen hair
With words spellbinding without a care
Who brings me the same sense of wonders rare?
Like woodland lilies under a leaf mould layer

Who brings me the moons gentle dew?
With kisses soft, as slender new
With smiles the choice of rose hips hue
Yes my child its, you!

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Why don't you look at i see, hear and am
by: G. Pepworth
from: Point Lincoln, South Australia, Australia

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