A delicate flower the sun beckons forth
The dearest of bluebells shall rise and sing
A moment in time its beauty shines free
Before death shall take its life from thee
Of all that is vibrant, wholesome and true
Its youth, its innocence and virginity pure
Putting forth stem and slender leaf
It grows and drinks from the dew of grief
A fragrant canopy of Egyptian blue
Revealed to the world in its flash of life
A beauty that holds still the beating heart
But at the last it must fade and finally depart
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A poem about life and death, taken from the Historical fiction book Barkermouth & Bloomdell by Wayne_Sharpe
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