Bluebells And Buttercups

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Bluebells and buttercups

Have we met before

Were we once intertwined

As we passed through the revolving door

 

Was I once your mother,

Your lover or your son

Did you hold my hand and weep

As another race was run

 

Did I hold you in my arms

And smell your scent so sweet, or

Was I the unwashed urchin

You scorned in the street

 

All possibilities are relevant

Everything has its place

My beautiful bluebells and buttercups

I bow to your loving grace

Photo by Girish Nayyar at Pexels

2 thoughts on “Bluebells And Buttercups”

  1. Dear Richard yourwritings aregalloping towards the ultimate truth that pervades the universe, the Supreme for its own joy divided it self all animate and inanimate matter creating a big make believe drama, that almost all of us get sucked into to go through pains and pleasures. Warm regards.

    Madhusudanvithal Nori

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