The air is heavy and sweetdeep in the dense English woodswhere bluebells growof an April monthcarpeting the ground.How resplendent are the purple bellslilting, drooping heads dangle and gazeat the forest floor,- but beware such violet beautyas to touch, its venom will release!For these are no ordinaryadornment of the woods.As in the lush of summerto theContinue reading “St George’s Flower – A Poem!”
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