The snowflakes come down,melting shapes.I brush them aside.Through an arch of trees is a slippery path. At its end I find a secret garden.There are dying cabbages,pansies and snowdrops hanging their heads.I sit on a rock and see a sign saying Cumbria, reminding me of the song
'kumbiya,Someone's crying my Lord.
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Looking up,a Red Admiral butterfly,flutters orange and black.A high wall,it's top jagged with pieces of glass,has rainbow coloured sun shining throuh the prisms.A white rabbit pricks up its ears.There's a pool with a swimming mermaid of florescent gold and flowing hair.A fountain spray perfumed nectar. A peewit twittering.A lost budgerigar.Passion flowers with purple stamens.Their smell makes me dizzy.
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I see a fairy child with silver wings,shiny ballet shoes,spinning and turning.There's an elf in green and orange playing pan-pipes.I wonder whether I am dreaming.
'kumbiya,Someone's crying my Lord.
.
Looking up,a Red Admiral butterfly,flutters orange and black.A high wall,it's top jagged with pieces of glass,has rainbow coloured sun shining throuh the prisms.A white rabbit pricks up its ears.There's a pool with a swimming mermaid of florescent gold and flowing hair.A fountain spray perfumed nectar. A peewit twittering.A lost budgerigar.Passion flowers with purple stamens.Their smell makes me dizzy.
.
I see a fairy child with silver wings,shiny ballet shoes,spinning and turning.There's an elf in green and orange playing pan-pipes.I wonder whether I am dreaming.
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