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May

CAMOMILE

It came-a-mile
Just to hear you sing
to relax in your tone
like flower brewing.

It ran through fields
down to the sea
to immerse in warmth
like fresh new tea.

The legend of you
on heart was filed
for you and you alone
It came-a-mile.

So sing and just be
all it hoped to see.

Be proud of this love found
it grew alive on sun-rich ground.

T.C.Lubcke 16/4/02 ©*

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